Poetry Challenge / Day 23: prompt regret

When Death Arrives

When death arrives to lead me from
this earth, and clasps his hand in mine,
I hope that I’ll hear angel’s wings
and journey to the great divine.

I don’t want to worry about
what I might have done,
or all those someday things
for which someday never comes.

An existence so filled with regrets,
because I’d spent my time in fear,
that I did not accomplish what
I actually hold quite dear.

As such, I try to embrace love,
to give, as well as to receive,
commit to everything I do
and never to deceive.

Immerse myself in happy thoughts,
fill my life with friends,
so that I will welcome death
when my time is at an end.