There is a state of oblivion,

Unknown, unwanted, unseen yet haunting,

There is an eternity of wait,

A task inevitable yet inevitably daunting.


We lie in its shadow,

Awaiting the distant ends,

Watching the sands of time,

Writing on the banks where river bends.

Hope keeps us alive,

It makes us expect more,

Yet time reminds us,

We reach closer to Death’s door.

And still we go on our daily routine,

Trying to survive another day, another night,

To watch another sunset,

And another dawn’s first light.


Yet we forget not, the job incomplete,

And when our time does come,

We are not happy for the rest,

But still worried about the tasks left undone.


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