See You Tomorrow

My children, standing 'round my bed, Are whispering and crying. The fuss they cause would make you think Some poor old soul was dying. I laugh inside and ask myself, "What do these youngsters know?" The spring of life still flows in me. It's not my time to go. I count the times I've cheated Death And sent him on his way. Through fever, illness, injury, age, I've held that thief at bay. I chuckle now as I recall The time he almost won-- The day he staked a claim to me And my new baby son. I shook the fever from my brow. Death shied away and fled. Since we escaped his clutches then, I've nothing now to dread. I suddenly am very tired. I'll close my eyes and rest. I'm sure tomorrow holds for me A new, exciting quest. written, late 1980's Date: October 28, 2017 Contest Title: Standard Contest No. 45 Sponsor: Brian Strand