My Last Night On Earth Poem by Margaret Alice

I’m trying to calm my soul by listening to
Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “Whistle Down the
Wind” and “Any Dream Will Do” – jumping

Right down unto “Pie Jesu” - crying again,
the clear sound of the boy who sings with
the wavering voice of Sarah Brightman, she

Keeping it steady with the strangest facial
expressions while he sings away as all young
choir boys do –

She blithely unaware that her type of voice
is not the kind to be remembered by future
generations, while the young boy doesn’t care

That he sounds like an angel; a human being in
the making - all of them quite unaware of what
their songs will convey to me and you….

Then you appeared, bent on having a piece of
late-night toast, no appreciation for anything
else – that is quite all right – you looked at me

Accusingly – it is midnight already – I’ve got to
prepare for the nightmare of tomorrow, I’ve
decided to let the dead bury themselves

I shall enjoy tonight as if it were my last night
on earth…