Of life and death

The feeble voice pleads – Not today

I have things to do , so much to say

To seek pardon from some , to reconcile

Lend me a few hours ,  let me live a while


The frosty voice says it cannot wait

The script is sealed , this is his fate

Icy cold hands grip and he must go

With death who is neither friend nor foe


His life he sees like he has never seen

Of how he’d lived , how it could have been

Of yesterdays gone by and chances lost

Of pride and ego and what they had cost


He remembers those forgotten friends

Of hearts he’d broken , those he’ll never mend

If only he’d known today was his last

He’d have lived a very different past




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