I often dream of my final hour,

It pains my mind and makes me sour.

Is it human to fear the end?

Or is it normal to welcome death’s hand?

I know my time will be short and quick,

So perhaps I should find a life to fit.

What would you do in your short days?

Would you make it memorable, make a memory that stays?

My life shall ripple when I pass through,

But my final thought shall be only of you.

I shall be brave when it’s time to cut the tether,

For I know my memory shall live on forever.


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