From the time we are born
Our eternal clock starts ticking
Taking us along a path,
Sometimes of unexpected twists and turns.
If we believe there is a purpose
In why we are here,
We can all contribute,
For everyone to have a safer trip.
When our time is run out
We are consigned to,
The fire, the water, or the grave
The eternal rest in peace
Is ours to keep,
For a life lived with honor.
Copyright ©2006 Mohamed Hilmy
Submitted to poetry.com
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