An Old Friend Came to Visit

An old friend of mine that I happen to forgot,
Now comes knocking at my door as I choose out a plot
It's crazy how I once feared what I used to know.
But they're here to remind me it's time to let it all go.
Who you once were, the clothes that you wore
None of that shit matters, not anymore.
Your occupational title, the car that you drive
These things only matter when you're alive.
Your social media following and your real-life clique,
All these things can be swept away in seconds so quick.
The body you walk in & spent so much time bulking up?
Now is left to rot and worms get to suck it up.
Imagine your favorite meal, now pretend like it's your last.
Enjoy it while you can, your tongue is the thing of the past.
The only thing left is a vague memory of a plate,
There is no time for hunger when you're sealing your fate.
It's amazing how something so beautiful & complex can act as a tomb, though it came from a womb.
Yet the same hands writing this poem will be the very thing that will seal my doom.
So as my old friend rises the liberating scythe,
The last breath I take I say “goodnight”