As I was walking down a road,Engrossed in thought that day.
I never even heard the car,That took my life away.
It ran my body over,While I just stood and stared.
To die today I hadn’t planned,And I was not prepared.
I looked about, for I had heard,A tunnel should appear,For me to walk into the light,Now free from all my fear.
But I wasn’t any different,I did not grow my wings.
Horns didn’t spring out from my head,I checked for all these things.
So what was I supposed to do,I couldn’t just stand there?
So I went to see my body,Was it broke beyond repair?
It was then I saw the silver cord,A shiny slender thread.
It joined my solar plexus,To the ‘me’ that lay there dead.
Then I thought I saw ‘me’ moving.In that instant things went black.
And I found myself now lying,At the roadside on my back.
It’s been some time, and now I’m well,A memory of the past,But I’ll not forget the moment,That I thought had been my last.
Though torn out from my body,I remained myself, and whole.
In that moment I discovered,My life-force was in my soul.
My death taught me a lesson,As only ‘dying’ does.
But I wonder where I’d be today,Had that car been a bus!!!