Not the End

Sitting here alone wind caressing my hair staring at the sky I look without a care but if you come closer then you will see clear in my eyes a problem bothering me a question twirling round and round in my head wondering if this is all that it is going through the motions of everyday life sweating and working through sadness and strife when death claims me all will be lost all the problems I conquered all the choices I'd tossed will my living be for nothing at all? but then I remember my family and friends and I knew then that death could not be the end