One More Day Poem by Keith Foley

Don't be sad, be glad you ain't the one lying here stiff as a board,

Wondering if you've done enough to score, the right amount of points,

To sit on the shore and finally see what life can truley be, now the

Fetters of fate have ate away the things that stopped me from bein,

The person I'm meaning to be but wasn't. Oh, to waste away a day or

Two with no thought of you. I can no longer pretend, to send my love

from above to the people I meet and greet on the street and behind

A fence or a cage filled with rage, waiting for that spiteful day when all

Troubles fade away into the sun we blend - melting like snow we

Go to the ones waiting and anticipating our departure from one life

To another, same as wind not knowing where were going but

Not fearin but nearin the end; My friend, grab my hand and stand with

Me to see all the grandeur this life has dealt as I knelt and felt the

Love of the years I wept with tears and shedded my fears of the

Unknown and bein alone cold to the bone, I own only my Soul. Now I

See all things to be are up to me; If I had one more day to stay and say

All the things I should have said but instead I shut my mouth and bit my

Lip for fear of not bein hip. Oh God one more day to stay and say the

Things that Should have been. It's now too late, I hesitate above the

Room filled with gloom, if only you knew what lies ahead, don't wait till

Your dead to tell your brain to talk to your head and spill your toung and

let it roll to tell your tale and reveal your Soul!