nature poems

The young Medical Examiner said: I spent my last ten years mostly with the dead,
They were mothers and fathers, sons and daughters,
They were young and old; abruptly their lives came to a fold,
They all had dreams; suddenly, death arrived leaving no chance to blow off some steam,
Most thought: “There will be more time”, while their haste was only
focused on gaining an extra dime,
Most expected more, never happy with what they had, always looking at a distant shore,
Most procrastinated with the day; always putting important things a
bay,
Most postponed the subject of the heart, always rearranging the
chart,
Most withheld saying “I love you”; sadly, their spirit felt like
a foe,
Most left finishing the project for tomorrow, reluctant to aim with
the bow and arrow,
Despite of the tragedy, few had a smile on their face, my guess, they enjoyed every day with grace,
The length of the contract is fuzzy; it is up to us to enjoy every day and be busy,
The next breath has not been promised, the value of this moment should never be dismissed,
From birth we know our stay is not perpetual; thus, we brush off the subject of death as casual,
The time of death bears no rationalization; the law of reasoning is
short of explanation,
Death will not send a notice; it does not hold an office,
No one is exempt; don’t even try to attempt,
Treasure every moment on Earth; this journey could be very short and sometimes curt, have a bit of mirth,
Wasting, borrowing or misusing the precious gift of time, is nothing short of committing a crime,
Attend your life, cut the old habit with a sharp knife,
Extend your gratitude each day and night, go on and make things right.