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Oct 2013
life is so fragile and then there’s death.
you live your life til there’s nothing left.
you never hear the call though it’s so near
now the trumpet sounds like it’s right in your ear
that can’t be for me, you say to yourself,
it has to be for someone older, someone else
I’ve barely lived my life, no warning at all
some one should’ve told me not to drive to the mall
I guess death is inevitable, no way around it.
not me, not now, I don’t deserve it.
I see the white light, where can I hide.
is it too late for me, have I already died?
my heart pounds, I feel my body jolt.
a figure’s coming out the light, there’s no more hope.
it looks like my grandmother, is she coming to get me?
from this nightmare, someone please set me free.
I need to wake up, for my kids, I have three.
I think my life is over, how can this be?
my heart pounds, my body jolts again.
please Lord, forgive me of all my sins!
I repent right now, and if you help me I vow,
To live my life for you God, the best way I know how.
I hear voices yelling, “stop Doc, it’s too late!
I know it’s hard but you can’t change his fate.”
then he walked over and next to my bed he stood.
“his life is gone, you did the best you could!”
God this is my last plea, who will teach my kids the fear of you.
when they grow up and have troubles what will they do?
the bright light faded, I was in a white room.
doctors all around me, but they gave up too soon.
my heart started back up, but at a rapid pace.
The blood on my tongue I could now start to taste.
My wife’s at the window with hope filled eyes,
Then I take a deep breath and she started to cry.
The doctors stand around looking shocked and amazed,
But the head doctor was first to snap out his daze.
Check his bp, pulse and other vitals,
Then of the saline and codeine I want three vials.
A deep voice in my ear said to me “remember your vow.
It’s because of your promise I’m letting you live now!
Teach your kids about me and help them to see.
The only way to get to heaven is truly through me.
By the way the three kids you have now will be,
Four cause your wife got pregnant on your anniversary.
He will be a devout preacher and keep people from hell
Or he’ll be the biggest gangster in and out of jail
Teach him, guide him and help him through life
Spare not the rod but praise him when right
Just remember it wasn’t the doctors who saved you tonight
It was I, the only way, the truth and the light”

Written by LaToya Taylor - eypoeticexpressions.com
LaToya Taylor
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