When the

ambulance sounded

When the ambulance sounded,

I knew my time had come.

I did not fight. My time was up;

no other option.

As I rode away on a coffin of wheels,

I cried tears of spiritual pain.

My sunset had come on the dawn

of a new Wednesday.

At 3:17 in the morning, at this time,

no one cared for counting

the jumping sheep let alone a

poor reporter of the soul.

I asked the medical technician

for his name. He answered,

“Do not speak, you must

save your strength.”

I exclaimed with watery eyes,

“I have lived. All that is left is to die well.

Please do not deny me my last wish.”

I asked him to say to my

loved ones that I died well.

“You must at least tell them that,

I died well!”

The medical technician was too busy to

take notice. He continued the story

he was telling his partner before

they were interrupted with

my situation.