I realize that once I made a promise to myself;
It was a promise not to cry
For all those old and elderly
Who happen just to die.
But sometimes, a promise cannot be kept.
I tried so hard to hold it together,
But I fell to my knees and wept.
I promise now to sing to you,
A promise that I'll keep.
After all, you are my sunshine.
So that's the song I'll seek.
Your name is Joseph Sudy, your soul is pure and clean.
You're kind, you're religious, you're amazing and you're unique;
And when I sing to you for that last time tomorrow,
I'm sure you'll know, somehow, what it is exactly that I mean.
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Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoetryThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...