Slipping Away
As death slips before my eyes,
I realize that I want to live.
I have had good times
as well the bad.
But I do not want to die.
As I reach for the phone,
That sits besides my bed,
my strength slips away,
my breath is no more.
I have realized all too late.
Copyright © X X | Year Posted 2006
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