My Last's Thought's Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

WHEN I WASN'T SICK AND NEAR THE END
YOU NEVER CALL YOU NEVER CAME
YOU NEVER CARE AT ALL
BUT NOW I'M SICK AND NEAR THE END
AND NOW YOU COME TRYING TO BE A FRIEND
BY COOKING AND CLEANING AND LISTENING
BUT MY QUESTION STILL REMAINS
AND YOU STILL CAN'T EXPLAIN
YOU JUST CHANGE THE SUBJECT
AND ASK ME IF IT'S GONNA RAIN
BUT DON'T THINK I DON'T SEE THROUGH YOU
YOUR NOT FOOLING ME
OR ANY BODY ELSE
WE BOTH KNOW THAT'S TRUE
EITHER WAY THANK YOU
BECAUSE WHEN I'M GONE AT LEAST
YOU CAN SAY TO ALL WHO MIGHT CARE
YOU WERE THERE FOR ME
WHEN YOU COULD OF BEEN THERE
WHEN I WAS ALIVE TO EITHER WAY
IT'S JUST MY FINAL THOUGHT'S TO YOU,