BORROWED TIME

BORROWED TIME

A Poem by DarkPoet

Lying on the soft bed
Reminiscing on words that weren't' Said
Like 'you are loved' 'I'm glad you are here'
I'm sorry,please,and thank you for being there

Fighting for life with all your might
Knowing this may be your last night
Pleading for the forgiveness of your sin
So with the angels you will also sing

Living on borrowed time
Reminded every time the clock chimes
For me ,say a little prayer
Hoping to be remembered when I'm gone Later

Watching the clock ticking away
Still wishing for another day
Though the body is pervaded by pain
Realizing that a self- centred life is vain

Wishing to see the ones by you wronged
Knowing your exit will not be too long
Putting up a convincing Facade
Crying silently because you are so sad

Wondering how time went by
Now that your exit is near
Awed by the fact that mortals must die
And after,before the immortal creation they must appear

Living on borrowed time
Reminded every time the clock chimes
For me ,say a little prayer
Hoping to be remembered when I'm gone Later

Remembering those little things taken for
Granted
Like the pleasant scent of rain
The beauty of the water lilies that has one enchanted
The view of the earth from an elevated plane

On a proposal getting a definite yes not no or maybe
The first cry of a first new born baby
Wishing there was no death
To have one buried under a pile of dirt

Living on borrowed time
Reminded every time the clock chimes
For me ,say a little prayer
Hoping to be remembered when I'm gone Later

So make the best living
Cause we know not when exactly we are dying
To and for everyone do good
So it will be said that we did all we could


© 2019 DarkPoet


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Added on July 9, 2019
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DarkPoet
DarkPoet

Lagos, Nigeria



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