What will I do on my last day on earth?
Will it be tragic?
Will it be magic?
Will it be accidental?
Will it be mental?
At the end of my life, what dreams did I hold?
What dreams did I meet?
How many demons did I meet, greet and defeat?
Not going mad or becoming demented, just had a strange flash on the bus,
Listening to a dude reading loud and proud from his Koran,
Got really quite scared as terrorists attack in defence of their religion it seems.
I sit listening to his chants, rambling, his mumbles,
Wondering if I have a chance of romance when my heart is so cold.
Will I be alone as I take my last breath!
So as I get older my dying day I await
I’m not really feeling terribly great,
One thing for sure.
A thought I adore.
The chances are I won’t see my own dying day!
Well, I hope not anyway!
Copyright Olivia Kent 29/03/2013.