Death

Death comes for us all,
young and old,
So I look for something
solid to hold,
Something that'll remain intact,
Unlike this life so fragile,
in fact, I often wonder
what they'll remember of me,
So many things
I've done and seen,
struggling, To leave it all behind,
so many times I find,
Myself wandering through
past times in my mind,
Wake up in the middle of the night,
it's dark, Hearing just thoughts,
and my beating heart,
And with every breath I take,
memories make me shake,
And for hours in the dark
I lay wide-awake,
My vision goes blurry,
I'm anxious, I worry,
Don't know where I'm going,
but still I hurry,
To my destination unknown,
when will I be called home,
Where will I be in five years,
consumed by fears,
Or prospering knowing
I've overcome some tears,
Awaiting the day we're all
together to toast a cheer.