January 1st 2017
January 1st 2017
By: Miracle Man
10-21-2018
It was January 1st and God had my day planned,
This day, at my door, the Grim Reaper would stand.
For I was in the throes of Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
And only eight percent survive this harrowing test.
God averted my death by the dread “Widow Maker,”
Now, to oblige my Doctors I’m a daily note taker.
What I’m now allowed to eat I wolf down unflavored,
But despite all this, I feel blessed and most favored.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2018
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