“Come see me,” said the mother
To the daughter, on the phone
“I will,” the daughter told the mother
“It’s just the timings off, you know?”
Two weeks later, ‘twas a man
A drunkard in his car
He hit the mother, going ninety
With the daughter still afar
A final image met Mom’s eye
Trapped helpless in the crash
A photograph invited tears
It was Daughter, on the dash
Deep depression notched it’s arrow
Striking Daughter in the heart
Gone was Mom, ne’er returning
The family, torn apart
Three years later, sadness swept
The daughter had withdrawn
But then one day her friend said “Hey,”
“Life’s been off – let’s turn it on”
Daughter used to dream of travel
Seeing sights out in the world
But Pain’s grip was tight and won the fight
“I will later,” said the girl
Naught weeks had passed for this poor lass
And in the shower, nonetheless
Her whole world came crashing down
By what she felt upon her chest
“I’m so sorry,” said the doctor
“I fear we’ve caught it far too late”
Daughter sat in silence sobbing
Knowing Death had set its date
See, Death does not sit idly by
He will always find a way
Do not ever say “Tomorrow”
When your chance exists, today
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