You see the world as a sanctuary
Maybe you\'re in your 80s
90s if you\'re lucky
You think that birds will be chirping
Somewhere far away
As you sit on the porch
Of your lakeside condo
And knit calmly
You pass away with a smile
Plastered on your elderly corpse
and that is when you die.
No.
You die when the light fades
From your slowly greying eyes.
When you stop smiling
at the things you\'ve always loved.
When you stop loving at all.
You die when you see a story
on the news, telling of a little boy,
and you sigh, bored.
You die when there\'s a coin on the ground
blinding you,
and you choose not to pick it up.
When nothing matters,
When everything does.
When your heart breaks,
when your tears burst.
You die the last time you smile.
The last time you remember happiness.
So I ask you,
Are you already dead?