What will become of me when I'm dead & gone?
I think often of this as I count on.

The days tick by, and I think to reflect.
How will I be remembered when nothing is left?

Will I have no regrets, will I feel proud of my life?
Will I feel pain in the end, or be ridden of strife?

As the calendar pages flip, a sadness I confront.
That life one day ends, if I may be so blunt.

Confronted indeed and a fact we all know.
Yet, are we ever really ready when it's our time to go?

We are told, take it day by day, enjoy all your time.
Because before you know it, God walks by your side.

What will we leave behind when we go?
Have we successfully navigated life's highs and lows?

Do people speak of us fondly or with malice and pain?
Our dreams, plans, goals, have they all be attained?

These thoughts race through my head.
With worry, ponder, and through tears and dread.

But I cannot worry about what's yet to arrive.
I am simply humbled and blessed to still be alive.

Life is a gift, in the purest of forms.
Life is rocky, sailing a ship through its storms.

But life is worth it, through it all, I still smile.
I think a life well lived is a life worthwhile.