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Array ( [sid] => 167752 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => HOW A DAY CHANGES [time] => 2011-10-10 13:56:18 [hometext] => [bodytext] => It started out a nice day
Warm, sunny and bright
But then something happened
That turned the day into night.

The tests are done and over
And all the results are in
Now I only have to wait
To see if I lose or win.

I'm sure it won't be long now
Before the answers are heard
It's just a matter of time
Before I'm given the word.

He's coming into my room
In his smock so snowy white
Will this bright, sunny day
Become a dark, dreary night?

I could see it in his face
He had no reason to speak
I just prayed that when he did
I'd be strong instead of weak.

"You have got cancer" he said
"And it's not good, it's stage four"
"I'll leave you alone for now"
Then turned and went out the door.

A awful thing this cancer,
It takes your strength and might
And as much as you want to,
You've got no power to fight.

Yes, my day did turn to night
My greatest fear just came true
How much time do I have left
Before my whole life is through?

Will I have time to do things
Before I reach my last day?
Or will the good Lord above
Want to take me right away?

What about my family?
How will they get on with life?
Will my children be OK?
What will happen to my Wife?

I'll fight to the very end
Hang on as long as I can
I won't give up that easy
To the end I'll be a man.

It's going to be real hard
But I will fight all the way
To turn that dark, dreary night
Back to a bright, sunny day.

Gordon Jackson [comments] => 2 [counter] => 122 [topic] => 21 [informant] => chacha [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
HOW A DAY CHANGES

Contributed by chacha on Monday, 10th October 2011 @ 01:56:18 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



It started out a nice day
Warm, sunny and bright
But then something happened
That turned the day into night.

The tests are done and over
And all the results are in
Now I only have to wait
To see if I lose or win.

I'm sure it won't be long now
Before the answers are heard
It's just a matter of time
Before I'm given the word.

He's coming into my room
In his smock so snowy white
Will this bright, sunny day
Become a dark, dreary night?

I could see it in his face
He had no reason to speak
I just prayed that when he did
I'd be strong instead of weak.

"You have got cancer" he said
"And it's not good, it's stage four"
"I'll leave you alone for now"
Then turned and went out the door.

A awful thing this cancer,
It takes your strength and might
And as much as you want to,
You've got no power to fight.

Yes, my day did turn to night
My greatest fear just came true
How much time do I have left
Before my whole life is through?

Will I have time to do things
Before I reach my last day?
Or will the good Lord above
Want to take me right away?

What about my family?
How will they get on with life?
Will my children be OK?
What will happen to my Wife?

I'll fight to the very end
Hang on as long as I can
I won't give up that easy
To the end I'll be a man.

It's going to be real hard
But I will fight all the way
To turn that dark, dreary night
Back to a bright, sunny day.

Gordon Jackson




Copyright © chacha ... [ 2011-10-10 13:56:18]
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Re: HOW A DAY CHANGES (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 10th October 2011 @ 09:28:17 PM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC.
Very sad but written with your heart and soul.
May God honor your luv, soul, and heart.
I can only image but such deep inside, I can see you pain.
Keep writing, please.
Awesome.
Blessings, huggs, prayer in Jesus name, Amen.
emy


Re: HOW A DAY CHANGES (User Rating: 1 )
by FlintHunter on Wednesday, 12th October 2011 @ 12:28:14 PM AEST
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'HOW A DAY CHANGES' is a poem I'll not forget. All I can say is that my prayers are with you -- and I admire your strength. Many would just give up. I think it's important to be honest with your kids -- I know it is. Somehow this is not a comment on a one-of-a-kind poem as much as it is on a one-of-a-kind man. Be strong, sir! Write. More. Teach. Us. Please.

--FlintHunter

Contributed by chacha on Monday, October 10 2011 @ 13:56:18 AEST
Topic: Life Poetry




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