due date

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The time has come; the bell has rung

the due date has been issued

what’s left it seems, are hopes and dreams

they say my health I’ve misused

 

the body’s torn, the sharp edge worn

from my wit and wisdom

it seems too soon for death to loom

and call me to its kingdom

 

i will not go! Well perhaps, but slow

i’ve not yet finished my business

can I please postpone, perhaps get a loan?

i’d be happy to make full remittance

 

no verbal response, just a stark sullen stare

guess the questions been answered

though I’d like not to go, its so hard to say no

when you’re told your dying of cancer

 

the scourge of the earth, that unthinkable thought

“it could never happen to me,

my god – why didn’t I donate,

my god is it you I shall see?"

 

i’ve been blinded by luck and good fortune

i followed the yellow-brick road

like the tin-man, the lion and scarecrow

i’ve found that I already hold

 

all the things in life that I searched for

and, a lot more I just couldn’t see

too greedy to part with a dollar,

now where has it gotten me.

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