finite are the days left to open up
to shed some light on the darker things
be honest

like how the old woman said
two months before she died she was
worried about me

she had seen her end
and I remember crying so hard
and long that night with her

but I couldn't see as she
did or
prophesy

as well
or look hopeless
amidst her agony

I didn't want to see:
now,
when it comes

time for me to look destiny
straight in his dark eye
I see her

reflection and it eases my
mind
kind of puts things

right into perspective
tends to make sense how time
eases the end

and I foresee when his death claw comes
reaching my throat
and the end

approaches
if someone I love says
as I did

don't give up, fight
for all you are
I may say

as she so softly said
to me, that night when she
passed

I am just so tired
and I will give up
and it will

be ok
and the world
will keep on spinning