The clock is loudly ticking,
as my life ebbs away.
I wonder how I will feel,
when it becomes my day?
Will I be filled with remorse,
for things I never did?
Will I experience regret,
for things I never said?
Will I be filled with anger,
for things I didn’t do?
Because the time just slipped
away, before I even knew.
Will I think about you,
as I’m taking my last breath?
Will you even be there,
as I walk towards my death?
© Dying days 2012
By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Sun Dial (Photo credit: Khirol Amir)
Worldly Winds 
Have thought about this often. Wonderful post
Ah thank you – just the confidence boost I needed!
Very thought provoking….lovely work.
Thank you – I was thinking about it when I went into work today!
🙂
The poem really did provide vivid reminder. 🙂
If you grab hold of joy you will find the answer !! Nice poem !!
Very true – i am really a very happy joyful person, it’s just my poetry that is sad 🙂
Works for me !!
so sad yet beautiful, 🙂
Thank you – I’m glad you appreciated it 🙂
your welcome 🙂
Great poem Alex.
Lucid thoughts on that inevitable hour…
And yet, till that time comes, keep writing.
Your poetry is very interesting. 😉
🙂 Thank you! Maybe even after the inevitable hour I will keep writing poetry – in nature 🙂
That’s really great of you!
😉