NOT MY TIME
Last night Thought,It was my time to die.
There was such a pain,
Running across my chest.
With only one foot through
that blessed door, I couldn't go.
It wasn't time for my long rest.
Then I thought if it is to be,
How can I leave my lovely family.
Or my carol to an empty life,
I wasn't willing to leave my wife.
Got a lot to be thankful for,
I've lived a full exacting life.
Nothing left to lose apart from,
The pain within my chest
Pain lasted for eight minutes,
Didn't know what do.
Decided not to call an ambulance,
I'm only ten minutes away.
If they come it could take them,
an hour or two.
Decided to do nothing overnight,
Called the doctor in the morning.
Didn't want to, Had to for the family.
Blessem, They were worried for me.
When I told the receptionist,
She said without an ounce of sorrow.
I'm sorry but the doctors fully booked,
Could you try again tomorrow.
If I end up at the pearly gates,
I wonder if to me they would say.
Sorry there's no room inside!
Would you be so kind,
And go the other way.
Or if you feel you don't want to,
Just come back another day.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-03-14 at 00:13
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