Everyone's life has a number, we just don't know, the day,
we should never worry about our time, it's part of our journey,
as we move on our way.
One of those things in life, we can't go run and hide,
no matter how hard things hit us, it's never for us to decide.
Thinking of our time on this planet, it's just about so many days,
each of us are like a drop in a bucket, as we travel,
towards our final destination, to stay.
We can't wait till we are old, or plan for it in our mind,
none of us know when we will hear, the clock tick,
for the very last time.
If everyone knew, the day of their final curtain call,
this world would be crazier than it is,
Many would care about nothing, if they knew,
they were about to fall.
It's a thought we should go over, always love, and be at peace,
with yourself, in your mind,
you'll never know when your number will be called,
make sure your ready, on time.
Copyright Tom Maxwell 03/31/04 A.D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem, Tom, I really enjoyed reading it.