‘Suicide’ by Jack Eadon
As I sit here and wonder why
Wonder why I should want to die
I wonder what would become of me
But most of all, my family
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
My family are all to me
All that I wish to see
I may not be all that much them
But they are all I live to see
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
Yet how can I live
If I cannot give
That which I promised
A life full of happiness
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
For I promised my wife
Upon pain of my life
That when we were married
I’d keep her in style
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
A promise I can’t fill
I was such a dill
A promise I made
My love, I do fail
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
So I sit here knowing why
Why I should want to die
Seeing my faults
Understanding the reason why
For though it’s hard for them to live
With my in-ability to give
It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give
by Jack Eadon
Thanks Christine,
It is hard work putting the thoughts onto paper in a legible manner. and portraying the meaning.
Glad you found something in it to take away.
Jack
“It would also be hard for them to live
If into my desire to die I were to give”
Not a truer word has been said! Excellent poem.