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