On borrowed time

If, today you were told,
To take one day at a time.
You may not wake up tomorrow,
Will you view sleep with dread?

We don’t see death as a threat.
We plan for our future confidently.
As Death awaits our end to come,
If lucky, we meet death unknowingly.

We thrive on sensational news.
The more morbid, the more read.
Until we become the front page,
Our obituary signed by death.

Enter John. A strong, healthy guy.
A good wife and three children.
A day comes, a by-pass needed.
One more by-pass, a heart too weak.

John’s heart was beyond mending.
Waking up tomorrow was a gift.
He prepared each night a silent goodbye,
For he might not see the morning dew.

I never asked him about his fears.
If he had fears, did anyone know?
Each day given, another memory gained.
He took each day without regret.

Never planning for tomorrow.
A hope to wake up each sunrise.
He was blessed with two years of tomorrows.
Until Death called him yesterday.

By C.E. Pereira
(In memory of Vivien Francis D’Netto – 2ndJune 2015)


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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