I Saw A Man In His Final Days

I saw a man in his final days.
We talked of this and that,
His life ebbing away.
I think he knew the end was near,
Yet still he didn’t want to upset anyone.
Or talk emotions.
And those around him
Could not do either.
He was born, he died
What did he do in between?
Is that life?
Is that why we’re here?
If we leave nothing, were we ever here?

(c) M. Robert Gibson
First written 2018-05-11