That the count down is on
It may strike, any time, of its own
You know
The ultimate blow
That may come from death
It will be the last breath
You make it pleasure
And think of hidden treasure
That how much you have earned
At the time of return
It will be inner strength
That may give you peace at last breath
The departure may be smooth and easy
The last rites may keep all of them busy
I always insist
And may remain also first
To analyze self before leaving
That whatever I did was worth believing
It may not be foot print
Or coin from the treasury mint
But work carried out for needy and poor
That shall happily take me through door
I advise and proclaim
Please have no hitch or keep shame
When time comes to say good bye
At least keep smile on face or try