2011 - Day 314

Finding out
The day before
That death will come
Knock on your door,
What would you do
Where would you go
The end so near
The sky so low,
Do you wait
Scared in your bed
Or face head on
Your own life's end?
Spend some time
With those you love
You'll always watch
Them from above,
Your last breath
The final mile
But on your face
A peaceful smile.