Days pass by,
like clouds in the sky.
as you grow older,
they decieve the eye.
you and i will discover,
that the older we get,
the most we regret,
will become the threat.
clocks stop ticking,
eyes shut slowly,
that light glowley,
you step forward,
it moves back,
you sit down,
it took you off the track!
life has stopped,
You are gone.
the end is near,
for all to hear.
so cherish the mere fact,
that you’re still alive,
to live to eat to be happy to thrive!
this earth so dangerous,
not taken so seriously
as your eyes awaken you realize…
the end is near.

This poem was written/submitted by Nathan Karczewski.