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.