Tomorrow is a hope, never a promise

by Keith Loh, staff reporter

A knocking comes from my door

It’s something that I can no longer ignore    

My time is up, my time has come

I can hear my heartbeat drum

All living things have to meet death       

So as I take my last breath

I feel my heart begin to slow

What will happen to me, I do not know

Death leans in for a final kiss

I begin to fall into a bottomless abyss

Life and death are of ebb and flow

With death, new life grows

The darkness grows, it’s hard to see

What will happen to me?