Maybe
Maybe a day will come, and it breaks my heart,
That the white coated men, will tell my mom we're apart,
That they tried their best, but it wasn't enough,
And now, I'm gone, in a world so tough.
On that day, she'll call, and I won't answer,
She'll text, but there'll be no reply to her,
Then she'll view a friend's status, and there,
My photos will be captioned, gone, not here.
So soon, we'll forever miss you, they'll say,
And momma will be all tears, as she prays,
Papa will be sobbing silently, in his pain,
For I'm no longer with them, it's hard to explain.
Then posters will come out, it's okay not to be okay,
But it'll be too late, to take my pain away,
For I'll be gone, to a place we all dread,
Leaving behind memories, of the life we once led.
So cherish every moment, and hold your loved ones tight,
For life is unpredictable, and can change overnight,
And when that day comes, and I'm no longer here,
Remember, I love you all, and hold me close, dear.
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Kelvin Wanyama
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