Who Knows When Poem by Tyrone Sawyer

Tomorrow Morning
won't be my last,
and certainly not my first.
Because I have died today,
for all my sins
and greedy thirst.

Yesterday morning
wasn't my last,
but it really should have been.
For I have died today,
facing one more day
of sin.

Every morning
I think of death,
which really doesn't seem right.
For I haven't died today
but this evening
I think I might.

Tyrone David Sawyer