If someone from up on high
Convinced me that today
Would be my last day
And when the sun rises tomorrow
I will be no more
What would I -NOT DO- today?

Perhaps I would go for a drive
Just to view the beauty that I normally pass on by
If a hurried, rushed driver, should decide
That they need to cut in front of me, rudely
I wouldn’t curse or yell at them
Maybe I would smile & send up a prayer
That the destination they seek
Will see them there safely

Perhaps I would ring everyone 
To see how they are
Take a bit of time to simply inquire
If they should not be at home
And the machine, should take my call
Maybe I wouldn’t sigh angrily
Nor vent my anger at them
For simply having a life
I might take my time
Talk in that machine
To remind them one last time
How much they mean to me

Perhaps I would look someone up
The one I’ve hated for some time
Just to say, “I’m sorry” & you did not ruin my life
I might ask for their forgiveness
And ask them to forgive my vain pride
Figuring it sure wouldn’t hurt anything
To lay this all out on the line
Maybe in doing so
The angry ivy that was choking us both
Might not continue growing
But instead wither right at its root

Perhaps I would go visit that man
Who stands in the same parking lot
Day after day, week after week
Holding his cardboard sign
Weak & old that no one seems to even know
Maybe I wouldn’t rush on by
Giving him that snobbish look
Because he’s not at work
I might look at his hands & take in his tattered clothes
Bring him some coffee or maybe
Just sit down beside
We could talk of the present
Maybe the past
I could inspire his future
Simply giving the dime, I can only use in this life

So many thoughts come to mind
The things I should have, could have done
Because tomorrow always arrives
Stagnating and repeating
Not doing the important things
Thinking I’ve got lots of time
Time to put off, because that’s just me

It is time to end this prose
On a reality note
With this parting thought, I clearly must say
Whether you be 10, 20, 50 and so on, today
We have no guarantee of tomorrow
No guarantee for longevity in life

With a parting thought
I choose to remind myself and you as well
We have no guarantees for our lives
Everyone who has passed on before us
Never really saw it coming, until they died

"No Guarantee" displayed with the permission of the author Kie Barr
- Posted Tuesday, December 02, 2003 9:44:55 PM.

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