Time and Life.

 

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My life was lived within a myriad past,

Always changing, never to last.

Now is the time to quantify

That life I lived, before I die.

 

Time in life is seldom spent

In ways in which we truly meant.

Mine was no different in that respect,

And there’s nothing I’d change nor now regret.

 

My life was just a span of time,

Now measured on a dwindling line.

But it’s not pity I seek as I reach my end,

Nor sympathy towards me for you to extend.

 

My time in life is closing now

But yours you must live as you see how.

That combination of life and time,

Is not only yours, but was also mine.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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