[freebird]

it is time now for this to end
for so long i thought you my friend
but enemies we have become
and with our struggle i am done

for sure, i will miss you
but this is something i must do
and though we shall still meet
it will be a different kind of greet

you've comforted me through many tears
and have worked wonders to alieve my fears
but you've been killing me all along
when i thought you made me strong

once before you were my only thought
whe comfort was what i sought
now i will only allow you to be
a source of sustanance for me

no longer will you be in control
no longer will you drown my soul
i will take the reigns from here
and pull away from the death so near

the poem bandit

[ChuppyGirl]

Woww Birdie you have words that heals the heart. Keep up the great peoms and good luck. Sooner or later you'll get your surgery done. My prayers for you

[freebird]

chuppy
thanks but if you look at the bottom of the poem it's the poem bandits work. hehe. this one hit while waiting on hold for the surgeons secratary. what a coincidence.

[DocSanae]

"Ode to Food"?
Great, and what everone needs to bid at one time or another.

[freebird]

oh that's a good one Doc, thanks