How Many Others in Some Others Grave

Taxi of fools, pulls up, outside the front door.

But I’m yet dead, upon the floor.

It wasn’t me, who made the call.

I’m still alive, and shall not take the fall.

My life has been full, thats not an excuse.

And there is no good reason, why I should lose.

Why must I forfeit, my life to you?

When I know my years and months, are not yet through.

Driver return your cab to base.

You have the wrong address, and your in the wrong place.

I’ll let you know when, I’m ready to make the call.

And I will sure advise, you when its my time to fall.

Be aware sometimes, mistakes are made.

And others end up, in some others graves.

But mistaken identity, wont be my misfortune.

And the years ahead, will be my hidden fortune.

Turn of your meter, and vacate my front door.

I am ready to live, and what’s more.

I have years ahead of me, perhaps a score.

How many mistakes, have you made.

How many others, in some others grave.

How many cowards have died, as men so brave.

How many have found life and death, such a close shave.