This is a poem that one of my good friends wrote.
He is an amazing person, who suffers from cystic fibrosis.
I don't care if you read this, but I think it's beautiful.
I thought some of you mght appreciate it.
How does one define life
Is it something that just happens
Is it seen in a whole
Or can it be broken down into fractions
Being a fatal attraction
For not one action
Can be a distraction
In how it reaches satisfaction
Or at least until I cease
Life can be stopped on a dime
When running out of time
Being forced to climb
Past the slime
And the grime
Being the victim of this heinous crime
Keeping an open mind
To love the rhymes
Of the wind through the chimes
And appreciate the little things in life
Is this the book that skips to the end
Leaving behind all the friends
I could not spend
My last moments with, trying to mend
A broken heart and lend
A hand, To those who had not to ascend
But descend in a weary sense not to offend
But defend those who stood by me
To what uncertainty i do know
That this all is a dream, and although
The status quo
Is not the world i chose to follow,
Inevitably, my life is an overflow
On a hinge swaying to and fro,
For what may not be a show,
But to be life itself.
Me myself and those all around
Will see to disagree with not just me
But to flee when they see
Kind of subliminally
Whats at the seas of my seas,
Can not bring harmony
To all that is to be
In a future unknown
For all that I live by
And for all I see fit
Not only for myself to bet by
But to buy the goodbyes
Not to lie would bring tears to the eyes
That cries dry
And learning how to fly through the skies
Not to deny, but defy
All that I had to apply
Not to be seen as the bad guy
Thereby feeling high
Not on “Green Fry”
But on the euphoria of life alone
The time I take for med’s and stuff
In the morning being frantic
“Hey! Hustle up”
“Get to the bus”
“I don’t see how it’s all that tough”
When really it’s rough
When I try and explain myself
Having stopped to huff and puff
Even during this poem I have to stop ‘n cough
Everything my body does
It’s just never enough
To keep up with the feeling
Of how my body once was
How life is to me
And not to be forgotten by others is
In the eyes of the beholder
For i cannot say how my life is,
But to show it is another thing
And not to break away and flake off
From the aches and shakes
Of this bodily quake for gods sake
Not to forsake
Would be a mistake
So i take the time
To rise and wake
From what is surely a slump
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