Every Now And Then
As I wipe away the tears,
And look at the sky,
I take a deep breath,
And ask myself why.
If I can turn back the hands,
I surely would if I can.
I'd play with you more,
Than just every now and then.
My body freezes,
As I remember the day,
When a car flew by and took you away.
My tears poured out,
Like ink from a pen.
I wish I played with you more,
Than just every now and then.
You were my sister,
My joy my life,
Although it has been hidden,
With so much ignorance and strife.
If I can turn back the hands,
I surely would if I can.
I'd play with you more,
Than just every now and then.
And as I wipe away the tears,
And look at the sky,
I discovered a new thought,
That took years to pry.
Appreciate what you have,
Whenever you can,
Because death comes knocking,
Every now and then.
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