Glad to be alive

Deep down to the marrow of my bones
thankful I’m not looking up at a headstone
When a man comes close to his own death
And he’s granted his wish of one more breath
He tends to cherish every minute
Of this world turning and you’re still in it.
There’s No other feeling that can compare
To waking from surgery, and you’re still breathing air
3 times I went under that knife
3 times thankful to see the face of my wife
Now Blue skies seem bluer
Bad days seem fewer
After Once again cheating the sickled pursuer
Sunshine and rain
And yes, even pain
All serve to remind me that I’m still on this plane
No words can describe
The feeling inside
Impossible to hide
Cannot be denied
I get on my knees
I thank the creator
The lord of lords
the great liberator
For just one more chance
At this thing we call life
A few more hours in my shop
To design a new knife
A few more miles on my bike
More of the sunrise that i like
A few more days on my front porch and I thank God I’m not a corpse