That day.

It started out like any other

day.

sitting on the bench in the park

shade.

i walked across the busy

street.

where the world lifted from under

my feet.

i felt a horrible

pain.

worse the the heaviest

rain.

next thing i knew all i could

see.

were the clouds above

me.

by now i couldn't feel

anything.

but i heard every little

everything.

right there in the street i

lie

i heard the paramedic say i was gonna

die.

i was hit by a man driving a car that

day.

and i was in his

way.

i guess he figure i'd

wait.

but it was too

late.

so as i lied in the

street.

people begin to

weep.

a man in white came up to

me,

held out his hand and said time to

leave.

i took hold of his

hand.

and took one look

back.

and saw the perimedic cover my

face.

i knew where i was going

then

i was going to a place called

heaven.

i died that

day.

but to make people live life

in every

way.