The End

By Frank Bolaji Irawo

What if life was like a piece of music

Would you turn a deaf ear to every other note

Waiting for the rush of the anticipated crescendo?

What if life was like a book of adventures

Would you keep flicking through all the pages

Building all the anticipation for a climatic end?

What if life was like a collection of present moments

Wouldn't you live every one of them like they mattered?

Letting the final end come when it does, with no regrets