COUNTDOWN TO THE END

A poem about the unlived life of a man who awaits only for his end.

A happy ending to a sad story uncontrived
         Is the death of a man who lives life unlived

He sits and waits for his day to come
         Forgetting that in today he lives
         And unaware that in today he is

For he is not moved
         Nor is he changed

Aerial winds press against him with neglect
         Charging about him leaving no effect
Stagnant and numb and unable to sense
         The worldly winds fishing for his conscience

With a life of memories deprived
         And with no basis to derive
         His long life lives shortlived
         With his life unlived

His everyday is as the other
         No goal, no objective, no loyalty
         Never an award or shiny trophy
         Just loitering the earth's territory
         Awaiting only the end of his story