Do Not Pray For Me


Do Not Pray For Me

Do not pray for me
I beg of you to let my life be
I'm strong physically and will fight until the very end
Instend I pray that your prayers you will send

To a small old women with a heart of gold
For her plot in heaven can never be sold
Always living through lifes painful sturggle with a smile upon her face
For her legacy can never be erased

Choosing to live on with the pain deep within
Always living a life with God free of sin
She is many things to many people she has touched
For it seems her time here is now being rushed

Decaying health rambles this angles well being
Yet faith is what keeps her seeing
The little things we all lost track of
Like the whispers of a strangers love

This women has chosen to live through all her pain
Most of you this would drive you insane
To know what is eventually your end
And yet she gladly awaits her angels send

To bring her home to rest with her father
She would tell you not to mourn and not to bother
Cause she's at peace and reunited with her love
And she will keep watch over you from above

To know such a strong women brings me such pleasure
It' fills me in inspiration I cannot measure
She has taught me how to not fear the knowing
For uncondional love she is always showing

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miwall513 commented on Do Not Pray For Me


well written and very truthful, insightful I know an old woman like this.

TheBoy commented on Do Not Pray For Me


I loved it. It shows Truth, and this really makes me feel enlightened that i am not suffering.

scrye commented on Do Not Pray For Me


Cowboy i could almost think this poem was written about me, lol. cancer suffer, old lady, taking pleasure in the things most people take for granted. hmmmm. Anyway can definately relate and give this piece a BIG 12 if i could but i'll settle for a 10.

When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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