THE REALITY

It must have taken a neighbour or a loved one,

It leaves sons with no fathers and fathers with no sons,

With so much stealth it can't be seen even under the sun.

Sometimes you feel its going to creep up from your behind,

And your life would be ripped from your inside.

Now let this reality diffuse through your cranium and into your brain,

You will expire, and yes, in pain.

And you are leaving with nothing of your gains,

And nothing would stop it even if your tears become rain,

You pray not to expire before your time,

But let me ask you this, one time.

Do you know if you will live to read the next line?

Or do you know if you even know your time?

Ask yourself about the child who died before he was nine,

Ask yourself about the foetus who died before he could even have a spine,

Ask yourself, about that person who expired without a goodbye.

You see, the earlier you accept this certain reality,

The better it is for your thinking faculty,

So now, you so badly want to know your time,

Relax, take a deep breath and I will tell you your time...

That time you take your last breath,

That is your time.

Prepare for your time,

It could come in no time.