Another funeral, Another Day

Feeling: irked
When you see a town at it's last peak; you accept it. When you see a man with his last speech; you accept it. When you see a person who can't help themselves; you accept it. I'm tired of watching My family die slowly Then every Christian woman in my family Go back to a place considered "holy" I'm tired of only Waking up each morning Only to hear my phone ring And answer to another slow mourning I'm tired of saying I've embraced a new death While I'm watching my Uncle on TV Finding some more new wealth I'm tired of seeing All there is to be seen When I have 2 nieces and 3 nephews Living just to dream Maybe they don't know it But I've lived enough, that's true Because I'll be damned to hell If I live this life out like a fool I'm not burying one more person Or letting them go six feet under To crack, Js or dubs So that a doctor can tell me "He wonders" Screw that, I'm not letting my family stay In a city that's just so grey So I pray this final day That I do something important so they don't have to keep dying this way Because the more I see death in their eyes, The more I have to sit and say Another funeral, another day 5.29.05 < - - R.I.P. Uncle Frank
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