When my Uncle Joe was about to die
I asked him if there was anything he wanted to do or be
He said in a very frail voice " I want to be NORMAL"
See those simple 4 words REALLY PUT AN IMPRINT ON MY MIND
See my Uncle went through pain
A PAIN SO UNBEARABLE
When he said those words
I HAD TO CRY
To feel normal is longed by the sickly
Yet takin for granted by the healthy
So the point o this poem is
SAVOR EVERY SECOND OF LIFE
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