Written May 11 2026 Monday , not for contest
What if today is your last day And tomorrow you meet your demise Would you fuchsia fear be afraid Of whatever is the end of your life Or would you be brave emerald embrace The journey as part of God’s plan Maybe you’ll feel calm no tears today As you are graced with an angel’s hand So many times we write so blind Never knowing it could be our last words Hoping to find a message kind Or inspiring to red read it be hazel heard It occurred to me our eyes read Never sure what we each go through So dear poets I am simply saying When I die I will still love you I’m ok I’m not in death’s feathery face Nor do I expect to live forever at all I think of poetry friends of yesterday Who passed on or left us enthralled I’m having some minor surgery Tuesday And all will be as it should be for sure But if an angel comes and tell me today Is the day life ends I’m going to be pure Then tap my son on his poetry soup page Lift him up the way only poets can He may then become active again as a way To grieve loss of a mom by a man He is poet Tahj Jones here on soup And again I’m not dying just yellow yet But we never know the full truth Until God calls us that final time to bless
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