Imagine been told when and how your life will end...what will you do? what will you think? how will you use the time left?
Because, for you, goodbye will be not just another word then.

One morning you awake to the prospect
about your life that’s coming to its end,
and you look around, so many thing to do,
so little time, wondering where years went,
maybe were devoured by a gargantuan clock
because it could never be anybody’s friend.

Realizing to have been doomed to death
from the start, is not difficult to comprehend
that anything going up…will fall down, like
tears of laughter running about your face
as you run along the long life’s corridor
until you stop in front of the exit door, spend.

You take for granted that it will be a tomorrow,
until you are told, “He has no more time to lend,
your roller-coaster trip on Gaia soon will stop,
and it is time for you start to smile and be content
because many others never have been warned
like you, it is time now to make all those amends.”

You will look out of the window into the night and
wonder if it’s the same darkness beyond the end
in the eternal realms of a forever oblivion void,
or if there’s nothing, just vastness of empty space,
without even eyes to see anything that isn’t there
your soul like an expended match, as yourself.

Trapped inside a decaying body the mind is sharp,
to be aging is not a reason for an old oak to bend,
the Reaper, is a lumberjack coming to life’s forest
searching for that wooden flesh without defense.
Knowing that we are dying we ask Him why? And,
much more so, as we were told…how and when.