When I was born, I was dying for warmth,
And as I grew, I was dying again.
Dying for affection, for love.
I was dying simply for a friend.
Though I got all of these,
I was always dying for more.
Dying to get older,
Dying to escape life's pause.
I was dying to find someone,
Dying to settle down,
Dying to be happier,
To have someone to wrap around.
I continued dying every day
Until I hit 99 and grew weak.
I was dying to see my family,
Dying not to fade; this I began to seek.
And then I saw it in that light.
I was finally dying for something to give,
And I knew that I had been dying for so long
That I forgot how to live.
Missing Out On Life While Waiting
I like how this poem perfectly depicts how life is and how everyone is constantly wanting more and never truly happy with what they have. Social media has taken over the life of many and no...
Death, My Loyal Friend
Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016 with permission of the Author.
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