Life, is a ticking time bomb.
with a very short fuse.
were all in it to win it.
But, were all just going to lose.
Death is inevitable.
We don't get to choose.
Death.
One day we will all reach our final breath.
So don't be upset if time ages you.
Were all dying.
If all men are created equal
Then all that matters is our own self-worth.
Death has been promised to us at birth.
It may be the only promise we don't live long enough to see break.
Because Death doesn't care whose life it going to take.
The hands of a clock are evil, and blind.
They don't mind if you're Old and feeble,
Or young and dumb but kind.
enjoy this year, we get so few.
Sooner than later, there will be no time left for you.
Because when the clock strikes that its' your time to go.
It's your time to go.
Clocks aren't self respecting.
They'll wait till you're least expecting.
Then it's hands will reach out to ****** you.
You can try to run but it's hands are destined to catch you
And strangle you lifeless when they do.
Everyone you know will become empty shells of themselves,
When your chest loses it's rise and fall.
But, death is inevitable, after all.
© copyrighted Nicole Ann Osborn