This poem, despite the grammer mistakes,(dont worry, no one is perfect) is a truth that has humans we all neglect and we all fear. Death is a mystery all in its own, and that thought is our unfinished bussiness that we feel we still must attend to, or regret or worry. It makes me think of my life and the way I live it. I am a simple person that never sits on something that has to wait and I live with the motto, Do without regret. Very thought provoking poem and a beautiful decorum. 5/5