Not Promised Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

Not Promised



The desk was a bit untidy,
A coffee spill still not dry;
A half-eaten glazed doughnut—
The computer waiting on stand-by.

Some personal things in plain view:
Appointments waiting on this day,
Sticky notes with scribbled memos,
Tickets for a planned getaway.

Some were staring in disbelief.
Medical staff did analyze;
It appears he just stopped breathing,
Took everyone by surprise.

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Author’s notes: Earlier this year we have heard of the unexpected deaths of Jerry Fallwell and Tim Russert and a few others. It was as if we thought they would live forever. But, when death calls, we must answer and death is not a respecter of persons. It is my hope and prayer that when it is time for your number to be called that you will be ready to go. These are just some thoughts I had about those moments when I heard the news. I hope you enjoy and will make your preparations today! Loyd
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