When the last grain of sand falls

I just heard something heavy

It’s about a friend of mine

the doctor just informed him

He’s living on borrowed time

He doesn’t get a date

Or an explanation of why

All he gets to know today

Is that he is set to die

A life worth living means so much

What is life anyhow?

Are we measured by what we are?

Can we all be so shallow?

When did life lose its magic?

Why isn’t just being alive enough?

It seems everyone wants so much

We make our lives so tough

We all have to face it

Our time is finite here

We are born, we live, we get our chance

Then we disappear

Many claim they won’t forget us

Why not face the truth?

Moving on may not be certain

But it’s something we must do

When your time comes to pass

On your final living day

Will you thank the world for it all?

Or just allow yourself to slip away?

Will you even know it's coming?

Or even care that it is?

Maybe you will feel content

Or ask “Is this really it?”

Time is complicated

We have no control over it at all

Sand falling in an hourglass

Or timepiece on your wall

We watch it every day

As if its a currency to spend

If only we could see the value

Before we can see the end