There’s nothing worse than dying on a day like today
it’s a Friday, for crying out loud –
how on earth can you pose such a question?
Such things should never be allowed
when the weekend is now upon us –
I’ve been waiting for it all week.
Tomorrow is so full of promises
there’s yet so much that I seek
to experience when life is much too short
especially when you’re having too much fun.
Why talk of the worst thing to ever happen
when there’s yet so much to be done?
But if you want to know the best thing
that could happen to me today,
it’s the fact that I woke up bright and early,
and I got to live another day.
For life is so uncertain,
one day you’re here, and then you’re gone
there’s so much in between the layers
I’ve only really just begun.
So don’t ask me of the worst thing that can ever happen,
for it’s the one thing we all fear,
all we can do now is to focus on the giving,
the sharing – and being here.
Morrighan's Muse 
Not convinced the fear is universal, but I LOVE LOVE LOVE the two closing lines of this poem.
Thank you.
being in the present, what a meaningful response to prompt 🙂
Thank you. It was a weird prompt, especially for a Friday 🙂
Well, actually…for any day, for that matter 🙂
haha yes true 🙂
That was lovely. Well done.
You’re quite right, Friday is a terrible day to die. Death should never come at the start of a weekend. Wednesday is about right, usually by midweek people are more willing to consider death 🙂
Hump Wednesday. You either get over the hump…or you don’t 🙂
Reblogged this on Natasha's Memory Garden.
It was Tuesday.
I remember it clearly.
As clearly as you can
When you’re looking down at yourself.
I was there.
Then I wasn’t.
Then I was.
Nothing hurt except my elbows.
At first.
Then my belly and my back.
TV shows make it looks so simple.
“Stand back!”
“Kapow!”
My heart beats. Again.
It’s not that simple.
They don’t put that machine on your heart.
They’d kill you.
Only they wouldn’t because
You’re already gone.
Watching from up there.
I was there.
Then I wasn’t.
Then I was.
It was Tuesday. October twenty seventh.
This is so beautiful, Arkie! Thank you for being my friend and I’m so grateful that you’re here *hugs*
So true–another great poem!
Thank you 🙂