When I awoke this morning 
Stumbling out of bed 
I Knew I heard an angel 
and this is what she said.. 
"Make use of every moment 
Today may be your last, 
How would you be remembered 
For all that's in your past ?" 
I poured my cup of coffee 
My thoughts would just not quit 
With pen in shaky hand 
I wrote my own Obit... 
I sat there for an hour 
I had one sentence down 
Surely not enough at all 
To gain a Royal crown.. 
The things I thought important 
didn't matter much somehow 
As age and end of life 
Seem much closer now... 
What have I done 
to help someone... 
Who may have crossed my path ? 
Was I slow to anger 
Or was I full of wrath ? 
It's not an easy thing to do.. 
to write your own obit 
It's like climbing mountains 
But much harder to admit.. 
What would I like to hear 
When my final time has come, 
Not flowery words, or fantasies 
But, what for God I've done ! 
written by: 
Scooterchase © 2001