The Twelve Day Diagnosis
They told me I had twelve days to live
the entire life I have known;
final visits with the people I love.
The sickness was serious.
So do all the things now and what you
wish to do evermore.
I contacted everyone I ever wronged
and asked for forgiveness.
Understandably, each of them was busy
and did not reply.
One note did arrive and indicated that,
if indeed, I died in twelve days,
I well deserved it.
To which I replied,
"I have lived the Heaven of Eleven Days,
and the twelve day diagnosis is dissolved."
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