As some of you may have noticed from one of my earlier poems i have been diagnosed with a fatal heart disease and have been given only years to live. i am not telling all of you this for your sympathy or pity, but to share with you my journey over the next 3 years. hope you enjoy.Lee.
Thereís a little black box
That rests upon my chest
It sits inside a white case
And keeps me on house arrest
With cords all flung from its top
And flashing lights on its side
It synchronizes to my lifeís beat
As my heart takes me on another ride.
For a while now it has been
Just the little black box and me
And although he drives me crazy
Iíve become quite fond of Louie
He pokes me in the ribs
And keeps me up all night
But I know he keeps me safe
So I guess then itís alright
Sometimes I canít help but feel
Like everyone is staring
They donít see the true magic
Behind this thing Iím wearing
So I guess Iíll go another day
Another month, another year.
With just me and my little black box
Who I still canít help but fear.
Inside this exterior, over which the eye might have roved there was the record of a pulsing life, which had learnt too well for its years Ė Thomas Har