This is a short poem that discusses the Truth of our existence that so many are incapable or unwilling of accepting. There is a Judge and there is judgement. There is good and there is bad. Against our will shall we be forced to choose. This choice and the significance that it has interplays throughout our life and thereafter, and will take on true meaning when our last day on mother Earth finally arrives. By then, for those unprepared, it just might be too late.
Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
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