thinking of....

The last day of his life

Dawn;
The last orange orb he'd ever see
Raises majestically above the horizon
The birds signal another day
He sleeps on contentedly

Morning;
He wakes up,
Cursing while he brushes his teeth.
His alarm clock reads, "9.00am"
He is late for work

Noon;
Everyone has gone for lunch
But he has a proposal to submit
A take-away will do
He continues typing furiously

Afternoon;
The take-away lies on his desk
Cold and uneaten
He is inside his boss's office,
Receiving another scolding

Evening;
He remembers the appointment with his girlfriend
But quickly cancels it
The computer hums impatiently.
The proposal is waiting.

Night;
His eyes are blood shot
But the work is done.
He calls home,
He wants dinner

12 Midnight;
Outside his house,
a old lady totters across the road
He observes a car speeding her way
He leaps forward, pushing her aside.

12.01;
He lies in a pool of his own blood
A smile etched on his lips
The day is gone
But he has saved his mother's life