You lie in your bed, old and wrinkled. You can feel that death's sweet embrace is imminent, ready to take you on.
Tears of grief begin rolling from your eyes as memories come back to you. Things you could have done are long behind you.
The end is nigh, and you lay there, still in tears that every opportunity that presented itself, you ignored.
As you ponder your life, you come to realize that you will die alone, cold and forgotten. Not even a footnote in history.
No one is there to remember you, and no one will visit your grave in the future.

With tears still in your eyes, you draw your last breath and pass on.



Thank you.