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Array ( [sid] => 112576 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => My Uncle [time] => 2006-01-04 20:56:10 [hometext] => this poem was about when my uncle died. R.I.P. Donald Rullman the 3rd [bodytext] => Love what you have
Forget about what you want
Because you'll never know how much you've got
Until one day its gone

I was at a championship game
My team and I were playing basketball
We'd won 1st place in the tournament
I'd felt like I was 10 feet tall

I couldn't wait to tell my uncle
That my team and I had won 1st place
But when I walked into his house
There was a sad look on everyones face

I called for my uncle
Waiting for him to answer
When he didn't reply my dad told me
The he had died of cance

One day he was there
The next day he was not
That moment I found out he died
I'd felt like I'd been shot

The fact that we had won the game
And on the same day my uncle died
Made me sad and happy and the same time
So I cried and cried and cried

Sometimes I wonder if we hadn't won the game
Would my uncle still be alive?
I guess I'll never know the answer
Because I can't turn back time

It's been almost 4 years now
And I still feel like I'm lost
I'm still really happy we won that game
But we won it at a cost

So I'm asking you to please love what you have
And forget about what you want
I've learned now I need to do this
Because my uncle is gone [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Jo0323 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
My Uncle

Contributed by Jo0323 on Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 08:56:10 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



Love what you have
Forget about what you want
Because you'll never know how much you've got
Until one day its gone

I was at a championship game
My team and I were playing basketball
We'd won 1st place in the tournament
I'd felt like I was 10 feet tall

I couldn't wait to tell my uncle
That my team and I had won 1st place
But when I walked into his house
There was a sad look on everyones face

I called for my uncle
Waiting for him to answer
When he didn't reply my dad told me
The he had died of cance

One day he was there
The next day he was not
That moment I found out he died
I'd felt like I'd been shot

The fact that we had won the game
And on the same day my uncle died
Made me sad and happy and the same time
So I cried and cried and cried

Sometimes I wonder if we hadn't won the game
Would my uncle still be alive?
I guess I'll never know the answer
Because I can't turn back time

It's been almost 4 years now
And I still feel like I'm lost
I'm still really happy we won that game
But we won it at a cost

So I'm asking you to please love what you have
And forget about what you want
I've learned now I need to do this
Because my uncle is gone




Copyright © Jo0323 ... [ 2006-01-04 20:56:10]
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Re: My Uncle (User Rating: 1 )
by MrJeans on Thursday, 5th January 2006 @ 02:09:58 AM AEST
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I bet your uncle was
more than proud you won your
game & championship.
You being at the game
had nothing to do with his death
This is a good poem
and a very nice dedication.
Keep it up!

Mr.




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