As I gaze upon the large blank space

  the page appears to be so intimidating.

  I’m well aware that writing isn’t a race

  but you always dread finishing nothing.

  There is a clock, and it’s ticking everyday

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  as our lives are not going to last forever.

  One day we’ll croak and many often pray

  we didn’t leave incomplete endeavors.

  Unfinished business is genuine fear

  to leave this world with work undone.

  We make fair goals for each pending year

  working hard, trying not to seem overrun.

  When we die things are bound to be forgotten

  so get some made before you’re in the coffin.