Not today

One day, it might be the simplest thing 
that will feel like the hardest part; 
You won't have time to finish, 
and so you might be loath to start; 
You’ll dig up your old medals, and hold them to your heart. 
Not today, though. Not today. 

One day, you might be too scared to play 
because you’re so consumed by the score; 
The road may seem impassable, 
so you might dither by the door; 
Your body may win the odd battle, but gravity will win the war. 
Not today, though. Not today. 

One day, memories are all you'll have, 
Random, musty snapshots of the sepia kind; 
Nostalgia might go from a guilty pleasure, 
to a permanent state of mind; 
Your loan application for the future, will come back politely declined. 
Not today, though. Not today.

One day, you might wake up and realise- 
that the end seems impossibly near, 
you might try and sing your loudest, 
but like smoke rings, the words seem to disappear; 
and in that moment you might linger, just you and your fear. 
Not today, though. Not today. 
Not today, though. Not today.