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582. I Awoke

I awoke today to learn of death
My own passing is what was told
The disease had invaded and decided to stay
No chance now would I ever grow old
A few weeks or a couple months was all
Time would have no meaning after then
Thoughts of retirement were but a tale
The rising sun no longer a welcome friend
I tried to cry but tears fell not
Though I feared the coming of my end
I tried to remain so calm and cool
But that I wasn’t terrified I could not pretend
While I should be thankful for what I had
My life filled with things so great
There are things that I still want to do
No longer possible before that approaching date
That I lived is all that really matters
For we all must go on our appointed day
Maybe I should feel blessed I know my fate
At least I know how I’ll be taken away


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