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I woke up from a long coma
In my bed and smelled a strange aroma
Years had past and everyone was gone
Extremely thirsty my hair was gray, matted and long
I search for water but the faucet was dry
My limbs were weak then I started to cry
When I read a letter from my daughter saying goodbye
Where did she and my wife go and when?
As I pondered their whereabouts, I picked up her pen
Snapped out of my sorrow, I recalled a bag I prepared for the end
In the basement, I once joked we’d be ready for the Apocalypse
No electricity, communication, I never considered this twist
Packs of food and water secured
I gathered my thoughts and faced what I most feared
A glimpse in the mirror revealed a full white beard
What was the last thing I could recall?
Orange Leaves blowing in the wind it was early in the fall
Junk mail dated 10 years beyond what I could recall!
The front door was ajar, why I did’t know
A familiar voice nervously cried, hello?
