Dear life,

As I lay here unable to move in this hospital bed,
I think of the granted I took for the life I once had.

I can no longer breathe on my own,
I’ve come to the realization that I’m never going home.

The house and family that I can appreciate now,
And it’s too late for me to stick around.

When I was healthy I complained about getting old,
I said I’d rather die than grow wrinkly and cold.

But now I’d give anything for even another day,
I’ll never get to have kids and watch them play.

No more Christmas’s and family dinners,
All I have now are the good times to remember.

The days when I was happy and filled with life,
Is slowly fading away as I close my eyes.

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