When the day is done, <br />when all lights have gone and every one is too. <br />What are we left with? <br />Ourselves? <br />Our Memories? <br />Our possessions? <br />Even those are no good when we sleep our eternal sleep. <br />Neither are friends, <br />nor family members, <br />nor the light of day, <br />or the product of our hands. <br />Even the warm comfort of our body has perished. <br />When the bliss of our ignorance finally pays its dues, <br />and the rock, <br />that day, <br />we never wanted to see come, is upon us at last, <br />What will you say 'I did not know' <br />You knew and did nothing, <br />and that shall be your condemnation, <br />your pride.<br /><br />Shirow Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sleep-102/
