We all know our birthdays
but the day of our death is yet to be known
We may not know our Pathways
But to a common destination, we won't walk alone.
No way to sugarcoat, It's life, No one makes it out of here alive,
Death looms and it's coming for us all.
Ask any cutthroat, it's strife, death aims... Oops, there goes five.
Death entanglement by association, oh, how humans fall.
Do we take each day like our last, do we bask in the present like there's no tomorrow?
Truly, unbeknownst to us are our last days.

© Olatunde Gbenuola