Untitled 1 Poem by Paul Brookes

the days we have are not limitless
and soon all our coin is be spent.
some use their time wisely enjoying their days
taking heart from every breath.
they see joy in living, loving, in life.

some fritter away their days with abandon
or regret those that have gone.
black thoughts entwine tying them to the past
unable to move forward, they stay fosilised
missing the wonder of each day,
unaware they waste such beauty and joy to had in living.

when the end comes and all our coin is gone
death will come and we will embrace him gladly
because we lived everyday and that will be heaven.
those who did not live in life will fear death,
and try to flee their fate, maybe that is their hell,
who knows?