One Day You'll Wake Up and You Won't

I attended a funeral the other day, our friend's mother. My wife knew her well but I didn't, allowing a little more scope for retrospection during the service. The stark realisation was that her mum, who had lived a full and happy life, wasn't that much older than us.

The thinking coalesced into some words, so I thought I'd write them down so I could find them again. Guilty as once charged - I'd lose my balls if they weren't in a bag.

One day you'll wake up and you won't

That's what I've written in my book

Seemed funny when I wrote it

A little less so, I expect, when it comes to be

I hope it's the start of something new

But what I'm more sure of, is that it is the end of that which was

Tomorrow is uncertain, it could even be that day

Yesterday though is rock solid, a recorded part of your lived life

Bag it. Experience it. Relish it.

Don't fritter the opportunities it offers away

I don't mean as a mission

That sounds too angsty and exhausting

A life well lived is not just a list of things you've done

It's as far from that as Tuesday is from Lewisham (Prunella Scales - or was it Monday?)

That said, a little effort in 'having a go' can't be bad

Existing is a miracle, yes, but is a poor state when compared with living

When tomorrow appears, thank it, lest it rushes away to where the days go when they feel unwanted

Inevitably with time, the embers will dull. The light and warmth harder to kindle

Time enough then to take your rest

Embracing the day you'll wake up and you won't