The reaper comes for all of us in time.
#Poetry #Existentialism

Here you lay at the end of days'
It's far too late to mend your ways.
Did you live in abject banality?
Tell me as you face mortality.

Contemplate how life is fleeting.
Now, your maker, you'll be meeting.
It's too late for deep introspection.
Death waits not for your objection.

So, live your life with love and grace,
and see the smile on the maker's face.
Live your life and do your best.
And you shall find eternal rest.