Yesterday.
The first light of day all shining and late
Suckling and crawling and sitting up straight
Walking then running and playing with a ball
Trips to the sea all the people so tall
Learning and climbing and riding on bikes
Chums and Easter and going for hikes
And Christmas.

Holidays and girls, love and ice cream
Cricket and cars, ambitions and dreams
Work and nice clothes and going steady
Beer and cigarettes and being born ready
To help friends and colleagues and Mum and Dad
Brothers and sisters and knowing good from bad
And my wife.

Today.
Disinfectant and starch, white tiles on the walls
The smell of sickness that emanates from all
White coats and white faces all round the bed
Eyes stained with tears, mainly silence being said
Outside, the sun shines warm in the spring
Children playing games, birds sing on the wing
But my sight grows dim and faces decline
I no longer feel the warm hand in mine
And I'm cold.

Tomorrow.
There are none.

The awakening.
Dawning upon my senses
A strong light from above
The brilliance of a new day
Filled with unquenchable love
My pain is gone, my sight restored
And featherweight I feel
As bathed in love and felicity
Before the Father I kneel
My mind awash with unspoken words
All is now quite clear
The reason for everything and
Why we're all brought here
To live in this heaven, this paradise
Where things endeth never
A place of love and understanding
Where tomorrow goes on forever.

                         Bob Ollier