The D-Day

Somebody up there watches me,

Down a tall glass of bitter

While Virat scored his 35th Test-hundred,

At the Centurion,

I did not applaud.

My mind engaged elsewhere,

Counted the days I have lived,

And yet to live,

As though I knew when I would die.

There will be a big celebration on that day;

You must join us in that brief event set on me,

It will be a day to remember,

The day I am due to die.