Before The Sunrise

this is a poem on how short life is and the need for us to live it well

It is night

I go to sleep

Would I make it?

Destiny might take its turn.

Lying down on my sick bed,

I saw the winged fellow.

With no line of mirth in his eyes

What is it? I asked

Then he told me it was time

“No you can’t mean that” I bluntly said

What about my family, my friends, my life

But the life was gone

Gone forever

Then to him I pleaded

“Let me say my last words”

Then he looked at me and said “to each man a life is given. The way you live it is the way you want it. Destiny only means God knows how you will live it”

So this is it? No adios, no goodbye, no au revoir. Not even a testament?

Please let me go back

I have to tell mother I love her

I have to tell father I’m sorry

I have to make it before sunrise