I’m at an age when people end die
As our life span has come to an end as it must.
I go to bed every night sleep well
And doesn’t think I might continue the sleep
The point is irrelevant should I not see a morning
I will not do such a thing as I will not know
Of every morning before I died,
I friend of mine was told he was going to die he
Travelled to places he had never been before
To enjoy the beauty a busy life had not permitted
Him to see back.
In the end, it was rather futile as the end of life
Erases whatever beauty you have seen.