Deadline Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

DEADLINE
Melvin Banggollay

Everything has a deadline
Even the infinite space
waving above our hairline
as the wind find its solace
even our labor had a line
Where to end its own phase.

Our lives had a deadline
Where its cuts its lace
No matter how we find
Ways to extend its face
To reach the furthest line
Our breath may trace.

Thus, before we fall in line
to take the last life's phase
We must live and truly define
Life is sharing our grace
Life is giving love so fine
and leaving our best lace.