Tuesday Morning

I woke up with a strange feeling today,
That some how my problems would go away.
I worked so hard to live a good life,
Provide nice things for my kids and my wife.
I never smoked and I never cried,
My living was honest, I never lied.
I had called in sick only once before today,
In three years work was always before play.
But something told me to stay at home,
A day for myself to be alone.
I drove my kids to school for the first time,
Kissed them goodbye, though they didn't mind.
I made my wife a breakfast in bed,
And she awoke with just a kiss on the head.
I turned on the news and nearly fell,
On TV was that building I knew so well.
A place where I worked for three long years,
There in the rubble lay my very first tears.
A plane had hit the floor I was on,
But because of a feeling, I had been gone.
I had never been so lucky to be alive,
And I prayed for those who wouldn't survive.
That day in September, I'll never forget,
I am alive because of a sick day I don't regret.