Incomplete
A man presses the lift looking like tomorrow will never come.
He grabs his briefcase in one hand as he approaches his office.
Pen, writing material in his hand he writes his checklist for the day.
A woman enters, giving him a piece of paper that looks like a lifeline.
The day he wanted to explore new things yet time passed and he was left
Standing.
A knock on the door sees a shock to his face… who can that be, no
Appointments till 1pm.
The doorknob tries to open, then suddenly I can hear a big banging sound .
I quickly rush out of my chair. To my horror, this was the end.
The hands touching the feet, crown of the jewel arrived.
I sit there back in my precious chair looking at my frames of so-called past.
The checklist ticked off. It is complete, let’s say the final farewells.
(Based on one man’s life journey)
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2006
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