Dying

Pen ..

Driving across town

Moving at the speed of life

Sirens and alarms can be heard

Expression of panic and fear are visible

In the eyes of strangers with nameless faces

It makes you recognize how alone and troubled we are in this world

 Life is just but a breath! One heartbeat at a time; so volatile and brittle;

A bird in the hand that’s bound to soon fly away

So when death comes to one of us; It comes to all of us

It is the one thing that we all have in our path

Sooner or later it’ll be knocking on the door!

It’s the one place we are all headed

And even though some of us have a belief that life goes beyond the grave …

Our grief drives us to wonder what the point if it all

Why try so hard when the future is uncertain?

What’s the point?

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