Some
day the curtain will be drawn
Someday
the music will stop playing
Someday
you will see your last sun set
Someday
the ink will run dry out of the pen
Someday
you fade away like the stars of the morning
That
loses their light
In
that glorious sun of the day
Thus
it will be past from the earth and its toiling
Only
remembered by what you have done
With
the simple only one life given to you
The
day is bright and there is still
Life
flowing within that body
But as
you go through life
Always
remember that life won’t continue this way
One
day you lay to dust
To the
writers...one day you write your last write up
To
poet...someday you we recite your last spoken words
To
musicians...someday you will compose and sing your last song
To
painter...one day last inspiration on creativity will visit you and you paint
To
researcher...time is ticking fast and is coming to the last research work
Come
first pause for a minute
And
leave the busyness of the activities of time
Going
into a secluded place have a moment of relaxation
To
think, reflect and recall the years of your mortality
Of
what and how you use it...have well or wasted
Wasted
in fruitless venture
Wasted
in squandering the whole essence of life
In
chasing what shouldn’t be chase
Living
for only the body that will die and your soul lives on
Will
you die a fool or a wise fellow?
You
were created to be someone
That
the world we keep on remembering
While
you took off dropping mortality for immortality
Irrespective
of whom you are pause and consider your later end
The
last scene of your life will soon flash at you
The
curtain will soon be drawn
The
music is about to get the fine stage
The
play will soon come to an end
The
ink will soon dry and that time you will have succeeded
Writing
your last write up...of how will it be when mortality left for immortality
