ONLY WHAT MATTERS
If it should ever be a four-minute warning
Or whatever the equivalent might be today
Could this actually be the very last morning
It was always inevitable, as some might say
As a new tomorrow may never be dawning
There’s an acute great pressure to get away
If there is to be only such limited time left
Losing someone you love and feeling bereft
I doubt many of us have go-bags prepared
With a selection of only the important stuff
Of course, it is natural for all to be scared
The few of us that are left won’t be enough
But will only the important ones be spared
Such hard decisions, but one must be tough
In those final moments, just a kind of panic
As all roads will be clogged and quite manic
A neighbour’s bunker would be restricted
Such an invitation that one may just spurn
At such a time, would one be conflicted
Then priorities could take a different turn
To survival, it’s easy to become addicted
Or saying goodbye as one sees it all burn
Love may be hard, with a world in tatters
But at the end it’s only that what matters