Yesterday, I battled death,

He came in form gastroenteritis, he preyed on my intestines,

his sharp molars on my stomach.

This morning she struck again,

The knots on my tyre went berserk,

I watched helplessly as it sprawled to the road.

She missed me but she took with her another.

I won today!

I exclaimed in victory.

Death wears many faces

We live to conquer, to lose another day.

Tomorrow we battle, for the day after tomorrow

For what do we say to death?

Not today.