Each morn I wake to great surprise
It’s not yet time for my demise
Another day, another chance
To take a shot at life’s last dance.
Oh how much fun t’would be to see
What each new day may bring to me
Of course now it is far too late
To entertain some change in fate.
I ponder what is yet in store
And pray that it is so much more
Than just the weeks and months ahead
But joy and hope and love instead !