Borrowed Time

 

Two skirmishes with death came many years apart

I remain here as I did at the very start

Older yes and wiser I may be

Yet here I am for all to see

Life could have turned the other way

But modern surgery held sway

Is the span of life based on luck

Or is it written above in a special book

Some are born dead and others die young

And into old age we are all unsung

Is life a lottery of choice

As we really have no earthly voice

Our life is a tenuous existence

Which requires a greal deal of persistence

A mystery does here pervade

Our very souls to invade

Is this life predetermined

In such a manner accurately timed

Behind the scenes our destiny lies

A place whether young or old shall sigh

This is no random accident of nature

Of this I am absolutely certain

Yet why do I languish here for so long

When all humanity sings the same old song