What Comes Next

I had five days to spend, And never could I waste, This time on which I do depend, Lost to all my haste. Day One was spent in part Shielding myself from the shock Feeling the rapid beating of my heart And trying to turn back the clock. Day Two came in time To keep myself busy, warding off thought Forget that I was left behind And remember what I was taught. Day Three was gone in a flash When I embraced the denial Hardly noticed it had passed And forgot what was final. Day Four brought the mourning Around the casket my family gathered As we thought about the morning And what really mattered. The last to come was Day Five In which he was buried The last of when he was alive Leaving us his memory to carry.