Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Gold Star - 7,606 Points (11/2/1946 / Cork, Ireland)

Self Pity - Poem by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

Today is like any other day
Rigged up to a machine
People call day and night
To see how I've been
I wear a smile upon my face
To hide the pain inside
I put on a brave front
I don't want to see them cry
I get tired very easily
At times just cannot cope
Nurse Isobel calls and tell
The visitors 'it's time to go'
She says 'He needs his beauty sleep'
Knowing its not in me to be rude
Visitors call and mean well
But I wish they stayed at home
I also know if I had that wish
And not to see my children grow
It must be twice as hard for them
To see Daddy dying slow

Topic(s) of this poem: children, illness

Comments about Self Pity by Daniel Bernard Kelleher

  • Austin Warwick (12/8/2015 2:55:00 PM)

    such a sad poem.... I know this bad and it gets better trust me (Report) Reply

    Daniel Kelleher (12/8/2015 3:37:00 PM)

    Thanks Austin, Iam in hospital seriously ill and feeling down.please read poem COPD [2]

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

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