Our Days Are Numbered Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

When we were much younger,
We lose sight of the value of time.
We get busy with our lives,
We don't even realise the hours that pass
Into days, weeks, months and years;
We never knew that our days were numbered.



But,
Our health concerns has made us to realise
Our own mortality and the numbered days.
It is this brevity of life that makes time significant,
So becareful how you live your life here,
The wealth you are gathering shall be anothers.



Our days are numbered like goats are numbered,
Our days are numbered like cows are numbered,
Our days are numbered like fishes are numbered
And no one knows how many days he is to live.
Do all you have to do now, tomorrow is too late!



You are not promised tomorrow,
Live your life as if you are not going to see tomorrow.
Do not think you live according to the number of your hair?
No, men have different date, time, and day of death.
Even grasses can live again but man live not forever.



The cloth you are wearing could be your last,
The food you are eating could be your last,
That journey you are about to embark now,
Could be your point of no return today and forever.
That shoes could be the last shoe you wear by yourself, becareful of your life, you are not the
Owner, the owner lives above.



(C) John Chizoba Vincent
All Right Reserved 2016