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This poem Is also copywrited, I have not heard any thing about this poem being published as of yet. I will keep you updated if it is to be published.



Each Day

Some days are worse than others,

But we must press on,

We must not give up or lay down,

Even though our joy is gone.

Each day we drive forward,

We push ourselves to try,

Just to Make it through another day,

Give us reason not to die.

I struggle at times,

And when things look their worst,

I think of that day so cold,

I escorted my sons hearse.

When I get down I know,

I must not let it be seen,

I miss my son so very much,

And how much he still means.

To you all I write these words,

Not pity am i trying to find,

Just understanding and peace,

For my horrid troubled mind.

Also found on the online poetry site and copy writed, "Death's Visit" will be published this year.



Death's Visit

As I lay here awakend by death,

I feel deep compassion on his breath,

I ask him to take me away from this place,

He says not now, with tears on his face,

Your death is not ready,your tortured soul cannot rest,

Until you fulfill the burden on your chest,

You have so many, you have plenty of time,

Do not fear, you will one day be mine,

After you have aged, time will stand still,

Your body torn down, I still will not kill,

You will take on the world, with nothing to loose,

You will lose it all, its not me to choose,

Once you are weakened, brought down to your core,

You will still not die for many years more,

Only when you have been broken mine will be your soul,

But you are so strong I'll never break your hold

Here is one of the few poems that I have written. It has been copywrited, and is found on an online poetry site. It was published last year, and the best poem that I have ever written.



My Angel

In Loving Memory of my son, William Taylor (Billy T.) Lee



The greatest gift we have ever known,

Was called by Jesus to come home.

To some they are words and lines,

To me they relive a memory of mine.

I wrote those words for my Son's tombstone,

When he passed away and I was left alone.

Years have passed yet I feel the same,

I live that day, I live in the pain.

He watches me now as I stumble through life,

A life of pain, torment, and strife.

He protects me now, from way on High,

An angel is he, with a sharp eye.

Time will never heal me from this,

But my Son's love for me, can not be missed.

I never shed them, but he sees my tears,

Forever he stays 19 minutes, 6 days, 2 years.

For the greatest gift ever given to me,

Was taken away, my angel, Billy T.