Near Death Nightmare
My memories are still as clear;
I feel each night that death is near.
With a sigh, I close my eyes
and hope to see the light -
people say it's blinding white...
And then I visualise:
My wife is there, her arms outstretched.
Again, I shout, 'I will not die.'
And if my story sounds far fetched,
then tell yourself I simply lie!
But that is why I'm still alive -
though born in eighteen sixty-five!
written 27th April for Chantelle's Near Death Experience contest
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