Last Day

If Today was my last day If my eyes were to never see The beauty of the moon again If the sun was to set Set with my life with it. Would the kiss of the sun Feel different on my skin Would the touch of the wind Be welcomed or would I just cover my eyes Would the world feel alive in my dying moments? Would time move slowly with a drag or will it drag me with a rush Would i be proud of all i have done Or would i pack my dream in a case And wait to be packed in a casket? Would I rush to the person That my eyes have courageously studied Yet my lips refuse to form words next to Would I confess my undying love In my dying moments? Would I rush to friend and foe To apologise,i did wrong to both Would I pray like a dying man To fool the good Lord That I am a changed person? Would the world feel this loss Would the trees turn grey Would they shed their leaves Would the sky also be gloomy and weep Would Tomorrow remember? No! I would do no such things Neither will such things happen For we are grains in time Just waiting for our time And the world must continue.