It was February 2, 2016 being my Birthday as I turned 59 years old
But my story will open in behold
Doctors said I would only live to the age of 7
Well, what do Doctors really know?
It only goes to show
God is truly in the know
But my story doesn’t surround my past history
It surrounds Lois Copeland who died last year at 86 years old
We met at CUNY Medgar Evers College
Lois who was distinguished friend and a Mother always to me
She always took me out for my Birthday every year
It was her friendship and Personality that always helped me to preserver
Lois was always full of surprises
Even though she is deceased, there was no exception in her feast
Last year, I still felt her presence
This year, I still felt her existence
The restaurant came out with a cheesecake with one blowing candle, and the entire restaurant staff sang “Happy Birthday to me”
All I could say, “Lois, you came through again”
This is my story being the end.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 6:55 PM UTC
It was February 2, 2016 being my Birthday as I turned 59 years old
But my story will open in behold
Doctors said I would only live to the age of 7
Well, what do Doctors really know?
It only goes to show
God is truly in the know
But my story doesn’t surround my past history
It surrounds Lois Copeland who died last year at 86 years old
We met at CUNY Medgar Evers College
Lois who was distinguished friend and a Mother always to me
She always took me out for my Birthday every year
It was her friendship and Personality that always helped me to preserver
Lois was always full of surprises
Even though she is deceased, there was no exception in her feast
Last year, I still felt her presence
This year, I still felt her existence
The restaurant came out with a cheesecake with one blowing candle, and the entire restaurant staff sang “Happy Birthday to me”
All I could say, “Lois, you came through again”
This is my story being the end.
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