The breath came quick
The time drew short
The hand grew weak
And the strong stood still
The foreign breath held
The tired breath escaped
A few words
“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday.”
The puzzled looks
The shaking heads
The whispers of speculation
And the voice of worry
The breath again and the words
“Oh, God, turn back the hand.”
The puzzled looks
The shaking heads
The whispers of speculation
And the voice of worry
The words, with no breath
“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday.”
“Turn back the hand.”
“One more chance.”
“More time.”
The call for help
The whimpers of a little girl
The breath now gone
The words still there
“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday. More time.”