BiiRTHDAY BALLOONz 2-11-09

BiiRTHDAY BALLOONz 2-11-09

MY NEPHEW SINGING TO LUPIO

Saturday, January 31, 2009

FOR iiV3TT3 RiiOz


iiF TOMORROW STARTz WiiTHOUT ME, AND ii’M NOT THERE TO SEE,

iiF THE SUN SHOULD RiiSE AND FiiND YOUR EYES,

ALL FiiLLED WiiTH T3ARz FOR M3,

ii WiiSH SO MUCH YOU WOULDN’T CRY,

THE WAY YOU DiiD TODAY,

WHiiLE THiiNKiiNG OF THE MANY THiiNGz,

W3 DiiDN’T G3T TO SAY.

ii KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LOV3 M3,

AS MUCH AS ii LOV3 YOU,

AND 3ACH TiiM3 THAT YOU THiiNK OF M3,

ii KNOW YOU’LL MiiSS M3 TOO.

BUT WH3N TOMORROW STARTS WiiTHOUT ME,

PL3AS3 TRY TO U ND3RSTAND,

THAT AN AG3L CAM3 AND CALL3D MY NAM3,

AND TOOK M3 BY TH3 HAND,

AND SAiiD MY PLAC3 WAS R3ADY,

iiN H3AV3N FAR ABOV3,

AND THAT ii’D HAV3 TO L3AV3 B3HiiND

ALL THOS3 ii D3ARLY LOV3.

BUT AS ii TURN3D TO WALK AWAY,

A T3AR F3LL FROM MY 3Y3

FOR ALL MY LiiF3, ii’D ALWAYz THOUGHT

ii DiiDN’T WANT TO Dii3.

ii HAD SO MUCH TO LiiV3 FOR,

SO MUCH L3FT Y3T TO DO,

iiT S33M3D ALMOST iiMPOSSiIBL3,

THAT ii WAS L3AViiNG YOU.

ii THOUGHT OF ALL TH3 Y3ST3RDAYz

TH3 GOOD ON3z AND TH3 BAD,

ii THOUGHT OF ALL TH3 LOV3 W3 SHAR3D,

AND ALL TH3 FUN W3 HAD

iiF ii COULD R3-LiiV3 Y3ST3RDAY

JUST 3V3N FOR A WHiiL3,

ii’D SAY GOOD-BY3 AND KiiS YOU

AND MAYB3 S33 YOU SMiiL3.

BUT TH3N ii FULLY R3ALiiZ3D,

THAT THiiS COULD N3V3R B3,

FOR 3MPTiiN3SS AND M3MORii3z,

WOULD TAK3 TH3 PLAC3 OF M3.

AND WH3N ii THOUGHT OF WORLDY THiiNGz,

ii MiiGHT MiiSS COM3 TOMORROW,

ii THOUGHT OF YOU, AND WH3N ii DiiD,

MY H3ART WAS FiiLL3D WiiTH SORROW.

BUT WH3N ii WALK3D THROUGH H3AV3Nz GAT3z,

ii F3LT SO MUCH AT HOM3

WH3N GOD LOOK3D DOWN AND SMiiL3D AT M3,

FROM HiiS GR3AT GOLD3N THRON3.

H3 SAiiD , "THiiS iiS 3T3R3NiiTY,

AND ALL ii’V3 PROMiiS3D YOU’

TODAY YOUR LiiF3 ON 3ARTH iiS PAST,

BUT H3R3 LiiF3 STARTz AN3W

ii PROMiiS3 NO TOMORROW,

BUT TODAY WiiLL ALWAYz LAST,

AND SiiNC3 3ACH DAYz TH3 SAM3 WAY

TH3R3z NO LONGiiNG FOR TH3 PAST.

YOU HAV3 B33N SO FAiiTHFUL,

SO TRUSTiiNG AND SO TRU3.

THOUGH TH3R3 W3R3 TiiM3

YOU DiiD SOM3 THiiNGz

YOU KN3W YOU SHOULDN’T DO.

BUT YOU HAV3 B33N FORGiIV3N

AND NOW AT LAST YOU’R3 FR33.

SON WO N’T YOU COM3 AND TAK3 MY HAND

AND SHAR3 LiiF3 WiiTH M3?

SO WH3N TOMORROW STARTS WiiTHOUT M3,

DON’T THiiNK W3’R3 FAR APART,

FOR 3V3RYTiiM3 YOU THiiNK OF M3,

iiM RiiGHT H3R3 iiN YOUR H3ART



2 comments:

  1. I might be young but I have been through a lot through out my life.

    This poem is dedicated to to a friend of mine who passed away March 14, 2007 in a car accident.

    At 15 years of age Ivette Rios's life was taken from her.

    Her death impacted my life and it will have an everlasting affect on it. Sometimes I wonder what would of happened if I could go back in time and go back to the day I made the choice not to join her in the car going to the lake, what would've happened? Where would I be? What would I be? Would I even be here?

    These are questions that go through my head often.

    When I think about it I go off in a trance like state, but when i wake up from it I know that life is too short to take advantage of. So no matter what happens to me I am going to live life to the fullest, never regret what I have done because at one point its exactly what I wanted, learn from my mistakes, take life one step at a time whether its good or bad, and always keep a smile on my face. My advice to you is never take what you have for granted because you never know what you have until its gone. Look at everything in a positive way even if it doesn't seem right. Never let anyone bring you down and always stand up tall!

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