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Array ( [sid] => 66286 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day [time] => 2004-10-06 01:42:44 [hometext] => someone middle aged had a severe stroke his feelings are angry expecially at himself and the staff [bodytext] => sitting still
and I have to pay the bill
waiting for nothing to happen
why did this have to happen?
in that tone..it's time for lunch
my life has come to a crunch
being fed again
what a pain
trying to push the 'bib' away
I just want you to go okay!
that voice says it's to keep you clean
I think of others in the real world..green
one more mouthful
as she tips the drink in my mouth
I just wish I could fly south
wheeled to bed after being washed
I feel dragged and squashed
I just wish I could do it myself
you would not believe I had wealth
I lay praying to be taken away
all my life I worked hard
look at me now I say
to another distant world I'd rather be
I wake praying God set me free
instead I'm drooling
I'm wet and smelly
I feel dirty
I can't even watch my telly
and yet again I am fed
that same tone again is said
after I sit waiting for family to chat to
waiting but no one comes where are you
the same nothing, day in ,day out
my life has jolted to this
I wan't to shout
but it hasn't ended
I am just wasting away
dear God make my days be okay
oh why can't I just die
I am sick of being here I cry
with heavy tears
running from one eye
[comments] => 4 [counter] => 140 [topic] => 39 [informant] => inoc [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )

God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day

Contributed by inoc on Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 01:42:44 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief

sitting still
and I have to pay the bill
waiting for nothing to happen
why did this have to happen?
in that tone..it's time for lunch
my life has come to a crunch
being fed again
what a pain
trying to push the 'bib' away
I just want you to go okay!
that voice says it's to keep you clean
I think of others in the real world..green
one more mouthful
as she tips the drink in my mouth
I just wish I could fly south
wheeled to bed after being washed
I feel dragged and squashed
I just wish I could do it myself
you would not believe I had wealth
I lay praying to be taken away
all my life I worked hard
look at me now I say
to another distant world I'd rather be
I wake praying God set me free
instead I'm drooling
I'm wet and smelly
I feel dirty
I can't even watch my telly
and yet again I am fed
that same tone again is said
after I sit waiting for family to chat to
waiting but no one comes where are you
the same nothing, day in ,day out
my life has jolted to this
I wan't to shout
but it hasn't ended
I am just wasting away
dear God make my days be okay
oh why can't I just die
I am sick of being here I cry
with heavy tears
running from one eye

Copyright © inoc ... [ 2004-10-06 01:42:44]
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Re: God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 01:54:34 AM AEST
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Having had a severe stroke at the age 50, I can relate to the anger and frustration of the loss of your independence. I still resent a lot of the loss I still have, but you can overcome it if you try. It is difficult and some many times you just want to scream "go away and leave me alone, I can't to this." But if you try hard enough, you can and will. Must be especially hard for a man. Pray for strength for him.

Rita

Re: God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day (User Rating: 1 )
by Kindredblood_dragon on Wednesday, 6th October 2004 @ 03:26:36 AM AEST
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A friend of the family had a stroke at the age 35, it hit him and the family hard, as he used to be truck driver, doing the graveyard shift...Now he is like this poem. :(
This is written so well and with such feeling and sensitivity, it bought back memories, though sad, it is good for to remember, and respect life a little more, I hope you find some peace in you life Inoc, for I really dont know what else to say.

Re: God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day (User Rating: 1 )
by sandy_poetrygodslove on Thursday, 7th October 2004 @ 10:13:35 PM AEST
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again tears flow. remembering as a nurse aide many people that i have sat and fed and look into their eyes and wonder what do think if anything how can I get to know them. I took my time with each and everyone of them and later the staff would have to come get me to ask me what they needed. I understood their speech because i took time to LISTEN. good write and I couldnt had written it better.. no one could........sandy

Re: God Help Me Get Through Each Long Day (User Rating: 1 )
by carmen_queasy on Friday, 8th October 2004 @ 02:37:04 PM AEST
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This nearly brought tears to my eyes. Such a sad poem :( It truly makes you think.

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