Randy Johnson Poet Rhyme

Six Months To Live

I'm knocking on death's door, there is no doubt.
After years of drinking, my heart is going to give out.
The doctors have given me six months to live.
I hope the people who I've wronged can forgive.

Over the years I've drank too much liquor.
I paid the price when I got sicker and sicker.
But I will spend my remaining time without feeling gloom.
I'm going to live life to the fullest even though I'm doomed.

(Even though this is a fictional poem, it's reality for some people.)

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Anne-Lise Andresen October 5, 2012 at 11:15 AM There are many who get such a fate, the bottle is their only friend. - Randy, your "reality poem" is touching, frightening and very well written. - oxox love Anne-Lise :)

Jancarl Campi October 5, 2012 at 11:12 AM This poem sadden me until I saw you line in ( ). However it is a reality poem. Jancarl