The Mind Of A Dying Man - Poem by kennedy musyoka
I love my kid,
loved my wife...
did I do so?
is that a
I never did steal that watch,
it wasn't my fault that it didn't work out,
what was the name of that teacher in kindergarten?
I should have said something for I really had a crush on you, I killed that cat it always made an awful noise at night,
the light at the end of the tunnel-i can't breath,
i can't move my feet,
I wanted these shoes,
i should have bought them
when I had the money,
I should have done it
but I would had I
known I might not see
am sorry dear for I lied to you, son I should have come to that play,
i just wanted to watch the game,
ill never See your smile,
i should have kissed you on the
why did I try not harder I could have got you,
were will I go,
is heaven prepared for me? no I think I did some things in my past life,
God forgive me for am a
teacher I stole
I scratched that car tom,
sorry for the things I did to you,
my little bike,
my toy soldier,
I can't see,
No sound, help! no sound again,
can someone hear me?
broke ma little soldier,
i should have spend more time with you,
I was so busy for you ma beautiful
is that a car,
whats that sound?
mum I lost a
.I remember her
kindergarten was fun...
my little bike....
Can't hear my heart beat,
am wet with sweat
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