2004-03-12||4:44 p.m.
::\More Chicken Soup Poems/::
If Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much as I love you,
And each time you think of me, I know you'll miss me, too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready in heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear fell from my eye.
For all my life, I'd always thought I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for and so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible that I was leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays, the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we share and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday, I thought just for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you and maybe see your smile.
But then I fully realized that this could never be,
For emptiness and memories would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things that I'd miss tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne,
He said, "This is eternity and all I've promised you,
Today for life on Earth is past but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day, there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven and now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me, don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me, I'm right here in your heart.
By David M. Romano
(Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Tough Stuff)
This poem just says so much I want to say. If tomorrow starts without me. *Sighs* I don't exactly believe in God, but well, the last part of the poem was nice, I must admit. =) And hm... no one knows when their "tomorrow" will be, and well, no one will ever be ready for death. Truly ready. So yea... I guess a poem like this will tell closed ones what will happen if tomorrow does start without one. It was so touching I cried. And geez... what will happen if tomorrow starts without me? Will people miss me? Some would... my family, DJ, my friends. But, hey, I don't want to cause sorrow to people. I don't want you guys to feel empty inside. So, dear friend, if tomorrow starts without me, promise me you won't feel empty. =)
I Wonder As I Wander
I wonder as I wander
Out under the sky
Why do people I care about
Always have to die?
Are you happy where you are,
Wherever that may be?
I wonder as I wander,
Do you still think of me?
Is it nice up there in heaven?
For I know you made it there.
Are the clouds made out of marshmallows?
Do you know that I still care?
I look up at the winter sky,
And shed a single tear.
I think of all the days gone by,
I'll always hold you dear.
I wonder as I wander
Out under the sky
Why do people I care about
Always have to die?
By Hilary Begleiter
(Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul on Tough Stuff)
Nice one... I like the way she phrases it. Why do people I care about always have to die? Not many people I care about have died. I mean yea, only my grandpa did. But, others, nup, they're still here. But, I know, deep down inside that all of them, will leave me in time. My mom, dad, sister, DJ, even Claire. *Shrugs* Leaving will either be cutting off all contacts or them passing on first or me passing on before them. And well, every death isn't planned. So *Shrugs* no one knows when one will go. But, if anyone of you wonders why people you care about always have to die? I guess, it's just because... death is part and parcel of life, as someone once said. And we have no say in it. No decision. No choice. But, why not think of it in a better way then? Don't think of them as leaving you, but think of them as going on a new adventure, a new holiday or trip even. Don't ever give up hope that you'll see them once again. Either in heaven, or in your dreams. I know I'm not a Christian, but what's the harm of believing there is actually a heaven out there? A place where souls meet, a place where everyone goes after death. =)
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::\The End/:: - 2004-04-04
::\Thank You & Goodbye/:: - 2004-04-04
::\Guaranteed Promises/:: - 2004-04-03
::\Forgive Me/:: - 2004-04-02
::\A Prayer to the Angel of Tears/:: - 2004-04-01
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