Deadline

• Nikhil Rangoon, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

AN AGED FRAIL IS NEAR HIS END,
HE LOOKS IN A MIRROR AND DEATH LOOKS BACK.
OLD HE MAY BE,
HE FIGHTS HIS FEAR.
YET…DESPITE...
NOWHERE TO RUN,
NOWHERE TO HIDE.
THERE IS MUCH TO DO,
BUT SUCH SLIGHT MOMENTS.
MAN’S GREATEST DREAD,
A KNEW REALM,
WITH NO KNOWLEDGE OF.
BUT WITH EFFORT,
CONCEALS ALL STRIFE.
THE CLOCK IS TICKING.