You and everyone you know will die. All the stuff you collect and surround yourself with will belong to someone else in the future or will be considered junk and tossed. This is a fact. We don’t think about this fact daily; sometimes, decades go by without considering this ultimate ending. It makes sense not to dwell on this all the time. There is a phobia where someone is extremely afraid of death, for themselves and others, called Thanatophobia. Extremes are never good. A healthy acceptance of our mortality might be a good thing; it might help keep things in perspective and motivate us to collect lasting stuff like love, friendship, and memories that can live on.

Ray wouldn't fly, he was too afraid to die,
yet he still died like Elvis, on the toilet,
his head and chest shoved through his pelvis,
crushed by a plane that fell from the sky,
right through the roof of his house.
Ray was only twenty-five.

Jim absolutely had to run and train!
He feared becoming old and living with pain.
Still, he was reduced to a red, wet stain
by an octogenarian with a busted brain
who drove his car over Jim using the toilet,
after a hard workout in his favorite gym.

Scared of being both short and overweight
and determined to keep his body in a perfect shape,
Dwight ate only organic plants and nuts,
just to have salmonella infest his guts!
Dwight spent his last day on earth with his insides in a knot,
shitting himself to death on the pot!

John did not give a hoot about diet,
gym, and definitely not about being thin.
He ate all the time and had meals in between,
stuffing himself with gusto never before seen!
His heart struggled but never sputtered,
while his stomach stretched and his shadow grew.

He always laughed out loud while devouring stew
before ruining plumbing and dreamt of inventing sugary dumplings.
John died at eighty-three while having condensed milk tea
on a hotel terrace overlooking the Mediterranean Sea.

Our time is our time and ours alone!
I sometimes think life is like eating a cone;
the closer you get to the end the faster it goes!
So stay on your toes, endure life's many woes,
and live and love daily, like a last day behoves!

One response to “Your time is your time, a poem”

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    liebenbergsarie

    that brilliant mind! Don’t know how you do it, but you are doing it so well! Please continue

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