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From: larry larry
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Remote Name: 205.188.208.10
Date: 29-Sep-2002
Time: 01:32 PM
Back in the spring of 2001 I found out that Mickey was given about 2 hrs. to live. I was overwhelmed with the thought of what I wished I could tell him. So I did as he always said to do and I wrote down my feelings. With a few modifications the poem is below. I have to laugh when I remember his comeback on a post to me about it. It started with something like "What are you trying to do bump me off or something?" I am grateful that I got to at least see him one more time one year later.
TIME
Somehow I thought, that I controlled time.
God made it just for my pleasure.
Now I know It belongs to no one.
It’s something that all men should treasure.
I thought you’d be here, everyday.
I thought you’d be here forever.
Took for granted I’d see you again.
I now know the meaning of “never”.
I thought I’d say, “I love you”, someday.
But that’s not what real men should do.
Real men are weak, I never did speak.
I’m hoping, to God, that you knew.
Somehow I thought, that I controlled time.
I’d tell you my feelings, some day.
Now all the time I thought I controlled.
Has now become “Yesterday”.
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