When?
the signal could be anything
a cough, a pain, a weakening
then the thoughts of what it brings
sickness, death, crippling
suddenly there's a rush in your heart
during a smoke or after a shock
you feel your heart working
hoping it don't stop
remembering mothers echoing voice
"john, you have a heart murmur."
"john, you have a heart murmur."
"john, you have a heart murmur."
i struggled to live a normal life
when i was a teenager smoking was a right
now running out of cigarettes is a fright
fighting the urge; i do not have the might
a signal from the grim reaper prepared
one day no longer warning but attach
affairs in order; i'm o.k. with the Lord
death is one thing i'm sure i can afford
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2008
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