Facing Mortality Poem by Tina Mack

What would you do if your days were numbered?
What would you say to a life that's disencumbered?
Could you even think of all the things you'd want to say?
Or would there not be enough to fill in a day?
Really? What would say if you were dying?
would you embrace it and put in in writing?
Slowly I've learned to except my fate,
I have too much to do but sit and wait.
You ask why I speak of mortality?
So what's the difference if I die of fatality?
My words you may think are somber,
but facing it head on is what make me stronger.
What would you?
What would you say?
Thinking of mortality each day.
What would you do?
What would you say?
Soon you'll realize the time you've lost,
So ask the question, how much your transgressions will cost.
The best you you can do is repent of your sins,
Asking forgiveness of your foes, family and friends.
It almost seems like life is over right as it begins.
Just thinking of it as being matured for the future,
It doesn't prejudice against creed, race or culture.
It all finds you the same,
we are but at a certain level of the game.
What would you?
What would you say?
Thinking of mortality each day.
What would you do?
What would you say?
I know it sad but it is also true,
Don't forget I will miss you too.
I'll leave behind a pot of memories,
Like how getting flowers puts me at ease.
I look at life and mourn my mistakes,
I look at it like losing some of the heartache.
So don't be sad cause I'll live on,
Just read this over and over when I am gone.