Is It Just Up To Me

I listen as she slowly breathes Praying to God this isn't when she will leave So far she's lasted longer then anyone thought Now wrapped up in the red tape we are caught Papers waiting to be signed Every dotted one they underlined Knowing that she can't read them and would just not understand Leaving each and every choice solely in my hand Not wanting to give up the right To choose where she sleeps at through the day and night Now will all my concerns be taken into thought Or once I sign will I be the one they forgot Will she be kept with the ones that care Or just sent off any where Here on this I may have just rambled But on her health I can not gamble She's not laying in a bed of clovers And there's nothing like " Do Overs" As a full grown and some what hard man I shed a tear and try to understand If the tables would be turned Simply in Hell would I burn Maybe God would just carry me away Knowing, I did the best I could ever day But when she gone would she be proud Thinking I did what was best while crying out loud An Uncle charlie Original © 2011 unclecharlie