It’s interesting being death,

to know that I have power,

as I sit and watch you day in and day out

to decide on your final hour.

For the living are so naive,

so selfish and so absorb!

The generation that I sit here and watch,

All do love to be adored.

If only you knew I was here,

just waiting in the wings,

your perspective on life would be so very different

and you’d cherish so many things.

There are very few people these days,

who rarely make my job hard.

When I cast my mind back,

over hundred years past,

They cared, loved god and worked hard.

Oh life teaches the living nothing,

Yet you’d think they’d feel lucky and blessed?

But everyday they run the risk

Of failing all my tests!

So what is the point of this poem,

What do I want to say,

Quite simply be kind, keep an open mind and cherish each and everyday day.