Time is ticking,

Though you don’t notice.

The sand is falling

Through the hourglass

It sifts through your fingers

Landing in a heap.

Your life is being drained,

Everyday you’re a little less you.

The grim reaper is coming

Closer and closer

Until he’s standing over you

With a scythe in his hand.

You open your mouth,

It’s almost time to say goodbye.

The reaper lifts his scythe

He’s ready

But the question is

Are you?