A poem about having a terminal illness at a young age.

Farewell Livewell

Time is running out for me,

I’ve looked it up in the family tree,

just how bad is the pain going to be,

the disease will kill me before I’m thirty.

So many things I haven’t done,

my candle burns like a smoking gun,

I won’t see what my children become,

my embers die with the setting sun.

Farewell live well,

inherit my dreams,

compose your own themes,

children life is but a song,

and you’ll have to be strong,

because daddy’s song is over,

daddy’s song is over real soon.

So the short straw has been drawn,

no I won’t see my grandchildren born,

I tell you true my heart is torn,

to leave you all alone and so forlorn.

Twenty-nine is no age to die,

no age to have to say goodbye,

all the tears that you will cry,

but you must be strong, promise me you’ll try.

Farewell live well,

inherit my dreams,

compose your own themes,

children life is but a song,

and you’ll have to be strong,

because daddy’s song is over,

daddy’s song is over real soon.     

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