A Full Diary.

He always said proudly
That his diary ruled his life.
Every hour, every day
Filled with appointments.

Even when he returned home,
It was to sit at his computer
To keep on top of his emails,
So easy to fall behind.

Bank holidays, like weekends,
Were a nuisance, but also,
An opportunity
To shift some of the paperwork.

How could the company do without him?
He was so hard-working,
And everyone said the office
Would collapse without him.

He woke one day
In an ambulance.
Dimly aware of the siren, the flashing blue light,
And the pain in his chest.

Three months later,
The HR manager visited
With his redundancy notice,
And his final salary check.

Somehow the office
Had got on without him.
She wished him well
In his future career.

It felt like a kick in the teeth,
After all he had done for them,
The extra hours,
His complete commitment

It was another three months
Before he realised,
What a blessing
The heart attack had been.

Stood on a mountaintop,
Looking across hills and valleys,
Breathing in fresh air,
He welcomed the fact,
That life had offered him a second chance.