A Poem

I saw this poem in the San Antonio Express News on 1/26/14 and found it to be so true.

Not Yet!

Pains and aches
and all that rakes
you over the coals
at night.

You're getting' old,
Startin' to mold,
and death becomes
a fright.

I don't know why
I want to cry
at all I'll leave
behind.

I'm really pissed
at what I missed
and never did
quite find.

And so it goes,
no one knows
what will happen
next.

What will be
will be, you see.
It's anybody's
guess.

You could leave
and be bereaved
without a warning
shot.

So we prepare
with every care
and still yell
Not yet! Not!

And still yell
NOT YET!  NOT!

by Damon V. Tapp