Emphatic. Emphatically alive.
Speaking out as best I can, I would say.
For now, the death that awaits me denied.
The many sights of living on display.
Emphatic, my being here fully formed.
In bold shape and colour that’s not fading.
I’m aware what’s ahead. I have been warned.
But at the moment, I’m up parading.
Emphatic. Emphatically insist
that I have more to receive; more to give.
It is a blessing, I think, to exist,
So, hey, I want to continue to live.
Death, though, however it comes, dramatic,
and it too, for sure, will be emphatic.