The flickering light of life goes out,
And darkness blankets our fear and doubt.
In the distance; sobbing and crying!
Struggling to breath; is some one dying?

Darkness surrounds me; I can`t see!
I try to speak; no one can hear me...
No sound; no hustle and bustle!
I can`t blink or move a muscle...

A long tunnel with a light at the end!
Falling, just falling, I start to descend!
I`m not going yet; it`s not over for me...
It`s Friday and Dawns cooking my favourite tea.

By Jim Noond.