DAY THREE –MINUS ONE                                
My last day, before the dawn
When this ordeal, should end
The outcome preordained to be
A death, or on the mend

The odds are good that I survive
But thoughts of death creep in
What’s out there, I should have done
And am I filled with sin

I’m not that bold, to be the judge
Of what should be or not
But am resigned, to my fate
This life has on me wrought
BOEMS BY JA 284        
One day till the heart operation 2014