Sitting on knife’s edge,

As in life and death,

I know which way you’d hedge,

That’s an easy one I guess,

Unless you had to much,

At the moment you don’t care,

You could name me such and such,

If you’d want to share,

One thing though, that’s guaranteed,

You have no second choice,

Not to worry than you need,

Not hear that plaque, that voice,

While your hands are moving,

And your brains in gear,

And you are still a grooving,

What is there to fear?

You might attempt to fix it,

While you’re still alive,

Before you in that coffin fit,

You’re still allowed to strife,

But all that striving in the end,

All for not it be,

When finally you went,

None of it you’ll see,©06/02/2017