My Broken Heart
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When I was a young boy getting ready to give life a start,
I heard many people say he or she died of a broken heart.
I wondered what that meant as I grew up there at home,
Still not knowing when I left home to make it on my own.
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My Broken Heart
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I lived my life with my family so dear to me by my side,
Moving all over the Midwest, on a very fantastic ride.
We were as happy as we could be not worrying too much,
As our health was just great with our family loving touch.
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Our girls grew up and went off to school at OSU so fine,
And they were away from our home most of the time.
They found the love of their life and then did get married.
Starting lives of their own with our love they still carried.
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One day at work at age 56, my whole body just erupted.
They found that the Aorta Artery near my heart ruptured.
In the ER, I heard a doctor say “he probably won’t make it.”
I thought “if this is dying of a broken heart I can take it”.
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When I woke in IC with tubes and wires all over my body,
I knew my broken heart had not killed me ending my story.
I thanked God for helping me through my deadly ordeal,
Even though my body was stapled together with steel.
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A year later they found an Aorta Artery Aneurism In Dad,
He decided to have a stint graft put in as it was very bad.
The doctors made bad mistakes and he died in much pain,
My heart was hurting so as I was with him going insane.
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When my Mom got the news she was so broken hearted,
She did not want to eat since Dad had now departed.
She just gave up on life and eventually had heart failure.
Now I knew what “dying of a broken heart” meant for sure.
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In two months I lost both my Mom and Dad so very fast,
That year, we also lost Pam’s Mom making our pain vast.
Both of our hearts were aching so bad during that year,
As we both felt so awful and shed lots of those sad tears.
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Two years later I had chest pains with a heart attack,
They found that l had four arteries that were so blocked.
They opened my chest and then repaired my broken heart,
Again from my broken heart, I did not this world depart.
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Just about a year ago my heart beat slowed way on down,
At 35 bpm, I was tired all of the time causing me to frown.
So I went in to get my broken heart repaired once more.
They put in a pace maker and gave me 65 bpm as before.
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I’ve have had many broken hearts in the time I have seen,
And learned what “dying of a broken heart” really means,
My old repaired broken heart keeps plugging right along,
So I continue to thank God and sing my own sweet song.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading My Broken Heart,
Bill