9 - A Poem

Death

Death is inevitable
No one is born to live forever
We can never avoid death, nor can we run away from it
The only thing we can do is to embrace it and live with it

My uncle, the closest uncle that I've ever had
The uncle that would take care of me when my parents left for a party
The uncle that would make me laugh like Chewbacca on steroids whenever I'm down and under
Was diagnosed with cancer

As I saw him clinging on to his last breath
On the door there was knocking, it was death
He came to collect what was never his
Life, that's just the way it is

During his burial, I took a last glimpse of him
But it wasn't my uncle that I saw
It was my father taking his place in the coffin
I was left in fear and awe

I tried my best not to cry
As I see my father's image lying inside the coffin of my uncle who died
I tried my best to tell myself that it's my uncle who died and not my father
I even tried concealing myself beside our tall and fat drawer

But alas, my best did not suffice
My father went to me and asked me what was wrong
I did not want him to know what I was really thinking during that time alone
I did not know how to respond him so I had no choice but to cry and point at my dead uncle's coffin

You're gonna die
You're gonna die
You're gonna die
We are all gonna die
But one thing I learned is that we should never let that thought "we are all gonna die" hinder us from living our life to the fullest

Let's all remember
Let's all imprint this in our mind
We only have one life to live
Let's make each and every single moment count