Crisis Poem by Mark Christmas

Middle age came
How much was left?
Of my life
Before I was bereft.

So Much to do
So little time
Before the Bell tolls
It’s final Chime.

Death comes to us all
We do not choose,
The way we leave
When our life we loose.

Though a saying I found
On a China tea cup
Both Witty and funny
It cheered me up.

‘Beware the Deadly Donkey,
Falling slowly from the sky,
You can choose the way you live, my friend,
But not the way you die’.