Dying Poem by Lisa AT

I never thought of death, too busy living my life
But facing it head-on, cuts like a knife
I'm just a daughter, sister, or wife
A statistic, a number, a fleeting life

I'm not immortal, a truth I must face
What about all the things I've yet to embrace?
Books unread, dreams unfulfilled, and promises unkept
Time is short, and I've been sleeping

We think we have forever, that time is on our side
But life slips away, like grains of sand in the tide
If I could turn back time, or know what I know now
I'd seize every moment, and let my spirit glow

I'd burn that special candle, and use the good perfume too
Spend quality time with loved ones, and let them know I love them true
I'm not immortal, a lesson I've learned
To cherish each moment, and let my heart yearn.