Everytime we age
its like turning a page
in your book of life
like cutting off a piece with a knife
until finally there is nothing more
nothing left for us to adore.
Its hard to think about the end
or if in twenty years you will still know your friends.
Well you will never know,
where is that place where we will all go,
whats in the darkness in my eyes,
I see nothing to my surprise.
We know what's in front not behind,
what's not at the back of my mind.
Its not death most fear,
but the unknown, why am I here,
it doesn't matter what you do,
whether you write poems or work at the zoo.
Everything must stop someday.
Like this poem they will say
The End...