Will it matter on the day I die?

autumn

On the day that I die what awaits me?
I don’t know; death is unknown.
On the day that I die time continues.
While mine will have stopped forever.

Will I regret of time stolen from me?
So much yet to do; precious words unspoken.
I waste time each day without knowing.
This could be the day I die.

Can regret follow me into what comes next?
That  much remain forever undone.
My treasures left in the hands of others.
Will it matter on the day I die?

By C.E. Pereira
(16-3-2016)

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Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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