Unknown Odds

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Five days from today, 
My world goes astray. 
I have no idea what’s at play, 
When she comes out of that day.

Fifty-fifty are what they say, 
Plus pain for weeks, what dismay. 
If I could change all but one thing, 
It would be to keep her life serene.

But sadly for me, my life will change, 
I’ll wake up in state deranged. 
I won’t know if her voice will be heard, 
For once she comes out, there is no reverse.

I hope for the best, 
But I plan for the worst; 
With fifty percent odds, 
I will leave it with G-d.

Either way, we all have to die 
Even though we’re hoping to try 
The dreams in our heads, 
Rather than picking a coffin if it’s the end.
Unknown Odds by K. Saitta
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