When The Chin Hits The Chest Poem by S.MICHAEL DOWNS

When the chin hits the chest
The last gasp is drawn
The last curl of the toes
The last shrug of the shoulders.

When the chin hits the chest
Everybody goes
The loved and the lonely
The cowards and the heroes
The believers and the cynics

When the chin hits the chest
All vanity is erased
All hope is ejected
All tomorrows are yesterdays
All possibilities are not
All if only’s are never.

When the chin hits the chest
We finally rest
And the lies are all counted
And the days are all numbered

And the fear is all over
And the way is so clear
As the body lies empty
And the world goes on spinning

Without us.