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
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