In 2020 of July,
my heart surrendered;
and me?
I nearly died.
I sit,
I think,
of the things
I may have missed.
A mesmerizing Autumn sunrise that I
may never
have kissed.
The sounds of laughter of our grandchildren as they run about our home.
Halloween and my opportunity to sit and write this very poem.
A day by the river once taken for granted.
Muses aplenty, you'd swear they were planted.
I remember so much of how I nearly died.
I remember as I laid there and thought this was my last goodbye.
My heart would not heed any treatment or advice.
Surgeons huddled around me, they all took turns throwing the dice.
Shock him,
Shoot him up with this I could hear above the din.
The more desperate they all seemed, the more tears I wiped from my chin.
I lived to tell my story and for that I am elated.
I'm just a hard working man that writes poems and hopes to never be;
outdated.
I have so much to give and so much to share.
I'm so lucky to be here;
and breathe in with you;
this adventurous Autumn air.
'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏻♂️
Just imagine;
try to imagine being a poet that is in touch with feelings-emotions and life more than anyone around them and feeling the cold of death wrapped ever so tightly all around them?
What went on inside my mind did not disappoint me during those moments, nor did my faith in Jesus ever fail me.
I stayed TRUE TO ME, even as I laid dying!