"Thirty-nine... Forty"
That unusual night I woke up and got out of my bed
Oh my! Oh my! Why does everyone seemed dead?
I woke up Mom but to my dismay she snored
I called for big brother, but to his dream he's stored!
Someone poked me so I turned to find out who.
It's Dad! But I thought he fled off when I was two?
"Daddy, how come you're here and not above" I asked
"I came here to fetch you and you can't come back"
I was so confused to what he has been trying to say
"Back to your bed and to your numb body you lay"
I didn't uttered a word for I don't know what to say
But to my cozy bed and immobile body I did lay
Then I realized that time I am already cold dead!
And a coffin it was that I thought was my bed!
When Mom got up, I called her; I just got to try
But nothing works because all she does is cry
They covered my bed with its divine white cover
So I guess the next thing is to the heavens I'll hover.
***
I'm still here on Earth and the day is twenty
To the heavens I'll glide when the day turns forty.
