I Dread the Time
The older I get the more I start to see.
And I began to feel that death is near.
And it's getting closer and closer.
Every time I wake up its in fear.
I am only thirty-three years old.
And I have already lost plenty.
From family members to friends.
Every day I see the names of many.
I can't seem to get this off my mind.
I am making myself become scared.
Scared to live a normal safe life.
Just because I've lost people I cared.
For, It's coming way to dang fast.
I'm not ready to leave to place.
Nor am I ready for my family to leave.
I dread those tears to run on my face.
This has to be my big fear so far.
How does one prepare for that day.
All I know is death is going to happen.
I am now lost on what else to say....!!
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