Death challenged my being alive
and stunned me into an artificial sleep.
And when I awoke in my drive,
my cuts and bruises were far too deep.
I crawled up my precipitous hill
and ascended my last few stairs.
And if looks of fear could truly kill,
you should have seen the stares!
Was it a bear, they asked,
that attacked you? No.
My car grabbed me fast
and I reacted too damn slow.
Soon the medics arrived
and sped me away.
with hopes that I may survive
to live another day.
But my brain scan wasn’t right.
There was bleeding in my head.
And I became filled with fright
and learned I could be dead.
Then hours passed after I was seen
And at last, they offered me meds
but mistakenly gave me enough morphine
to almost make me dead.
And after five hours more
they sent me on my way.
And I slept near the floor
until the following day.
However, when I awoke, my sweet dog
had crawled beside me to pass away.
Too much death left me in a fog
And pondering decay.
If a cat has nine lives
Surely, I have at least three.
But I expended two that tragic night
and my get-out-of-jail card wasn’t free.
And so, I have another chance
to revel in my daughter’s delight.
And with any luck, I'll watch her dance
on her distant wedding night.
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