04/03/17

Cardiac Arrest

Papers in the morning
 Bowler hat on head
 Walking to the bus stop
 He's longing for his bed,
 Waiting with his neighbours
 In the rush hour queue
 Got to get the first bus
 So much for him to do.
 He's got to hurry
 Got to get his seat
 Can't miss his place

Don't you worry
 There's no hurry
 It's a lovely day
 Could all be going your way
 Take the doc's advice
 Let up enjoy your life
 Listen to what they say
 It's not a game they play.




He'll never get there at this rate
 He's caught up in a jam.
 There's a meeting this morning
 It's just his luck oh damn!
 His hand dives in his pocket
 For his handkerchief.
 Pearls of sweat on his collar
 His pulse-beat seems so brief.
 Eyes fall on his wristwatch
 The seconds pass real slow
 Gasping for the hot air
 But the chest pain it won't go.
 Tried to ask for help
 But can't seem to speak a word,
 Words are whispered frantically
 But don't seem to be heard.
 What about the wife and kids?
 They all depend on me!