Caren Krutsinger Poet Dramatic Verse

How Many Minutes Do I Have Left

How much time do I have left, doctor?
Nineteen minutes and twenty-two seconds.
What to do first.
Who to call?
What to say?
What not to say.

Stressed out I reach for my pen.
When I look up again I have seven minutes left.
I have written five words.
I am going to die.

I wander into my bedroom.
Throw myself in on the bed.
Close my eyes tightly.
Ten or eleven times
Stress keeps me awake
I stare at the red eye on the clock

Watch my life tick away slowly.
Six minutes.
Five minutes.
Two minutes.
There are now twenty-one seconds left
I scream
believing a doctor
who knew nothing….

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Gershon Wolf April 21, 2020 at 9:38 PM Doctor sure knew what to say to keep you alive! Let's give him that much! :) gw Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:18 AM Hahaha I was truthfully poking fun of all the arrogant pompous people who profess to "know things" they definitely do not know - not just doctors.

Rico Leffanta April 21, 2020 at 3:02 PM Ah, but what if that doctor was American, and planned to sell your body parts, or experiment on bringing you back to life? Get that second opinion! Aloha! Rico Caren Krutsinger April 22, 2020 at 3:18 AM That is true; but my body parts are pretty much used up. I have floaties in my eyes and my teeth are terrible. I think I am safe.

Maurice Rigoler April 21, 2020 at 10:42 AM I wouldn't want to know the day or time of my demise, but neither would I want to be unprepared. / M