A Chance At Life
I sat with tubes of red coming in and out of veins
A ritual to endure, if in life I was to remain,
A life of weakness and lethargy,
Conversing with others almost like a zombie.
Thanking god for advances in technology
He lay only alive because of machines,
Bloods and tissues positively matched and screened.
One family mourns, cries and grieves,
One family smiles relieved at the reprieve.
Thanking god for advances in technology
The donor may be gone from earthly plains
Thou he and his brave family have allowed me to remain
For both families he is in our hearts
He has let my life happily restart
Thank god for his ideology
Thank You !
