The Wish

Yesterday was an especially crappy day for me. Thought about if I had done the right things for Bryons care drifted through my mind. At one point I was determined to get a copy of his last x-ray from the hospital, don't know what it would prove but that's the way my mind works. I decided to go through one of his drawers, sort of the "junk" drawer. Odds and ends, some knives(Bryon loved his knives but they had to be sharp) old receipts etc. To me they are what made him who he was. Bryon loved to write, he started a childrens story which I passed on to Sherry to finish, his poetry was really pretty good. Going through papers I came across a poem he had written.

The Wish

For all my life I've wanted

The future, clear to me

What riches I'd have flaunted

If only this could be

Wealth and fame would be mine

Rich beyond compare

Money,food, the best wine

Women, young and fair

Now, my wish is granted

I know what life will give

It's not what I'd have wanted

I have three months to live