First Day/ Last Day?
When I awoke this December morn,
I pondered on the year I was born.
Back then did I wonder, as I do now,
What Life would be like and how
It would end, when my days were done?
I sleep every night in honest belief,
That tomorrow I’ll awake with relief
From aged related aches and pains!
That I’ll still possess a few brains,
Though times I think they’ve run out!
Each awakening heralds the start
Of my remaining days. My heart
Though sound, may give out over night.
My morning thoughts may not be bright
But if alive? Doubtless I’ll be happy!
I wake: gingerly place feet upon the floor,
Then dress, and head out the bedroom door.
Firstly a bathroom visit – so essential!
Next my caffeine “fix” it’s quintessential,
If I’m to function efficiently another day.
Frequently I’ll check my pulse. If faint?
That’s great, but if none is felt? It ain’t
A good sign and I’ll get another evaluation
From my wife, as to my present situation?
Or carry on in my inimitable way,
And try to smile, so folks think I’m elated.
This precludes them thinking I’m belated,
Or even found moribund? As if they’d care!
Whereas a smiling face, says, I live, “So there!”
Saving a lot of tedious explanation.
When day is done, and I’ve survived,
Perhaps on occasion, even thrived,
I can face the future, but I must confess,
I’m saddened, for one more day, leaves less!
It’s my logical and considered evaluation,
I’ll enjoy the time that’s left for me.
It could be short, or seem an eternity,
But I’ll make the most of every day,
And fully enjoy Life in my own way.
To be worried about what might be,
Is of no concern to a fatalist like me.
Whatever happens was destined to be;
I’ll live each day as though it is my last!
The future may be unsure but the past
Was enjoyed, and really good to me!
If tomorrow is the beginning of my end;
I’m given opportunity on how to spend
My last days? Some might think it strange,
But there’s little I would want to change,
For my lengthy Life has been lots of fun.
But should I not make it through the night,
And not see tomorrow’s dawning light?
Then there’ll be no complaint from me,
Despite it having been, the last day I will see,
For tis only then, I’ll know my life is done.
Rhymer.
