WHEN TIME IS UP
Will you lie in your grave with your gold held up
With no one but your treasures to lift you up
And hope when you transition to that place way up
That somehow you can drag your treasures there up?
When your time is up
Will the earth bear your footprint
Or the heavens miss your imprint
On a world that will reminisce
Of an angel that has gone amiss
When your time is up
As you lie on your sick-bed
that’s if you get the chance to lay there
unless life surprises you with a quick death
Will you have had the chance to say a prayer
When your time is up
Will your soul get to know its peace
Will love have had its time to ease
Will family, friends and foe appease
Will death have warmed its breath at least
When your time is up
No gold or silver would ever measure
the measure of a man is not his treasure
To love and have this love returned is not a blunder
I’ll take that to the tomb without a bother
When your time is up….
MAH MEKOLLE 9-5-13
Filed under: POETRY LOVERS CORNER
