I Was Dying Poem by Mohammad Abdullah

With my vanquished memory
I sit back to rock my chair
What I'm left with is wrinkled skin
What I achieved in life are grey hair

I try hard to perceive
How I ended up here
When did I get this flaccid chin
How did I get this grey hair?

Driven to near madness
I remember I wrote it all
Retrieving the black diary
I lean against the wall

Struggling to pick a subject
Striving to find a career
Like a sheep, I followed orders
Being a lion, I kissed a deer

Dazzled by reminiscence, scorched by my identity
I dreamt of being a trendsetter, ended up being an entity
Threw away my conscience, let go of my dignity
I let them ride on my shoulders, while feeding their vanity

Just pass primary
Just pass middle
Just secondary
Just pass high
Just pass college
Just pass university
Just get a job
Just get a family
Rewind and repeat, I took the heat

'Get busy living or get busy dying'
Alas, so busy that I forgot to live
Only to realise, I was dying
Until none of me was left to give

The truth is, Everybody Lies
The world is no place for the wise
Where your kin longs for your demise
Little do we know, Everybody Dies

In a heartbeat, I hit reset
I sit back to rock my chair
What I'm left with is wrinkled skin
What I achieved in life are grey hair