Up To Bat

To most lives in this world, the future is dim,

Everything's a surprise, you never know when you'll win.

That is where, I differ from the rest,

I know all my chances, and I know when I'm blessed.

I know when I'm cursed, and when I may die,

I know when I'm happy, and when I think I can fly.

Great minds think alike, yet the bad ones do too.

But when you days are numbered, what else do you do?

On the computer, a pop-up appears,

When will you die, 30, 40 years?

I laugh at the thought, they're not even close,

I know my due dates, the chances I host.

First chance is this year, or possibly the next.

The prime of my life, when I feel the best.

Crossing one street too many that day,

A car will collide, my life put at bay.

Chance two is more personal then the one before,

Between anger and frustration, my mind will explore.

College will annoy me, and I'll finally tire,

To a point where I screw it and decide to retire.

With a gun to my head, I'll wish my world away,

Leaving behind my friends, my love, and my say.

Last chance to quick death, my dreams will be achieved.

I'll finally feel happy, I'll finally be free.

I'll be married, expecting, and own my bakery.

This death I won't wish, it comes completely unseen.

When cancer does hit, and my life's held by a string.

Yes or no situation, will death finally spring?

Or will I luck out, with my child and my life.

Will I make it to grandchildren?

Can I avoid the light?

Now I'm up to bat, and we'll soon find out,

Strike one, strike two, strike three,

We'll see if I strike out.