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Aug 2014
If life were perfect,
I'd live my dreams,
I'd smile and laugh,
Do silly things.

Each moment here,
I'd live my fantasies,
My friends would love,
Me and most anything.

I know for certain,
What the day would bring,
Each waking moment,
My soul would sing.

When problems came,
I'd brush them aside,
I'd stand in the open,
And never hide.

My bank account,
So full of cash,
My apartment new,
And my car a dream.

My girlfriends who,
Would call my house,
Would wait and wait,
For me to announce.

That everything is right,
As rain, and I would never,
Never, ever, ever complain.

Then bright one morning,
The doctor nearby came,
To tell me I had some,
Disease, how insane.

They called it cancer,
I called it so very lame,
And played my game,
Each day the same.

But, then the moment,
So harsh but true,
Told me the cancer,
Was through me, too.

So, now my laughter,
It is still so loud, insane,
Even though I'm standing,
Outside in the rain.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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