When Time Runs Out

Ever thought about death? Well,I do..though scary.

Time ticks.
Every tick a reminder of mortality,
every second,a slow movement
to death,
a reality,we push as a lie.
It is sad,we have so much to do,
but procrastination and lethargy
drains our little limited energy.
The beauty in death,
is the mystery of our time.
we live blind
only to get sight
when death lurks by our doors,
in its ugly cloak.
We waste love on hate,
ignore happiness in anger,
push away opportunities
in self pity..
while we wait on better times..
the clock keeps running.
your life keeps on too..
When time runs out,
some feel afraid..
afraid of oblivion.
Some feel disappointed
like they've lived an Illusion
some feel honoured,
to rid themselves of pain,
a chance of an appointment,
with their God.
When my time runs out,
do not shed a tear.
Do not sing dirges,
do not condole my family.
Smile.
For I lived better than some
people's best.
Some will never know they're
gone,
some will long for that day
one thing stands stout.
You were made to live every
second.
you were made to change
something
every fleeting tick.
Live it,so when time runs out,
standing somewhere in another
form
you'll smile while they mourn
you,
because you lived like a Boss