How will you know that it's your last day to live?
How will you spend it?
Will you tell to your family you love them?
Is there a sign?
Did your soul feel that you're going to die?
What if someone saves you that day?
But death still chasing you because you can't escape what's been written on your palm.
Everyone of us will die soon.
Other died today,
Yesterday,
Or maybe you, tomorrow is your last day.
We don't know. Only God knows.
Time is endless but life is limited.
Seasons will change over and over again.
Christmas and new years will pass and pass.
Numbers in calendars will fade.
But we have only one life to live.
When we die, we will stay in history.
But no one gonna know us.
Childrens will hear us in their grandfather's stories
But they will forget us soon.
I don't know how my life will end.
I don't want to die in accident nor in a disease.
I don't want to lay in bed and dying in pain.
I don't want to die unexpectedly nor someone killed me cause I can't give my money.
I don't want to die cause someone raped me nor someone break my home and shot me with his gun or knife.
I don't want to die in a plane crash nor in a ship cause the machines stopped.
I don't want to die because of deppression nor in a mental illnesses.
I don't want to die in a disaster like typhoons, flood or earthquake.
I don't want to die in a house filled of fire.
I don't want to die when I'm in church and someone bomb us.
I don't want to die drowning in ocean cause I take my vacation.
I don't want to die when travelling.
But if it's my turn to die,
I hope I was just sleeping.
I have no pain to feel.
But if that day comes,
I hope I live my life to the fullest.
I hope I experience what I want to experience.
I hope I have no regrets and I forgive everyone.
I hope I fulfilled the dreams of my family.
I hope everything is settle right.
With that,
I can accept that it's my turn to die.
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Love of Roses [Poetry & Prose]
PuisiRoses are the flowers of Love; You are a rose That blooms on sunrise, And fell in sunset. Roses are the poems of love; You are the words I wrote, The rythmns of letters, For I am yours, And you are mine.