“3...2...1…Push!”

I am ushered into the world.

“Tick-Tock.”

Every day goes by quicker.

How much time is left

before I reach the end?

10...9...8...

When I close my eyes in death,

will I have used those precious seconds wisely?

Will my life

give someone else the gift of hope?

Or will I use my finite hours

to sleep and gripe

and live as though it doesn’t matter

what I leave behind?

7...6...5...

Time is infinite.

But I am not.

I may be over

before I drawn my next breath.

“Tick-Tock.”

We all have an end,

and I do not fear mine.

To run from the inevitable

would be the doings of a fool.

4...3...2...

Every day is an opportunity,

every week another chance

to leave something behind.

But when oblivion calls for me,

and I am no more,

will it have mattered that I lived at all?

“Tick-Tock.”