Make It Last Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Make it last

Last night I
On highway four-o-one
Leaving west and eastward
Wheel in hand
Drove fast.

Many times I thought of:
Turning left with speed, hit the wall,
Make it last.

Had I done
It would've been
Dead cockroach when I come
Squirrel or a bird on the road
Upside down
Fur, feather in the air breeze dance…

"But what if…? "
I thought and while thinking
Time ran out.

My questions have been
Are, will be:
"What is life? Why? What for? "
"What is use of living?
Uselessly beholding? "

Till I have no reply to convince and stand
I am weak in wanting life to last.