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Poetry from within
   

How many more times will I be surprised


How many more times will I be surprised

How many more times will I hear delighted cries

How much longer will I witness a majestic sunrise

How many more times before I reach my Demise



How many more times will I fly

How many more times will I gaze at the sky

How many more times will I break down and cry

How many more times before I Die



How many more letters will I send

How many more forks and spoons on bike wheels will I bend

How many more brave faces will I pretend

How many more before I meet my End



How many more times will I fail to catch a fish

How many more times will I refuse spinach

How many more paintings and poems will I Finish

How many more times before I Diminish



How many more times will I sink into my bed

How much more will I struggle to get ahead

How many more times will I, with friends, break bread

How many more times before I am Dead



How many more times with I have family to stay

How many more times will someone shout to me “hey”

How many more times will my temper fray

How many more times before I pass Away



Many more times I hope to see

All the things surrounding me

To embrace loved ones with glee

To enjoy every moment before I am finally Free

Chris Duncan