Live each day
as if it is your last
that’s what they’ve
always told me
I never paid attention

The years slipped by
unmindful of me running
behind grasping the shirt tails
Time won’t you please slow down

I’m in that position again where
this very well could be my last
What am I going to do?

I’ve never given much thought
to how I would spend my last
day
twenty four hours
what can I accomplish?

I wouldn’t sleep in
I’d wake up as soon as
the day started
I’d shower and eat breakfast

Maybe my family would like
to join me and make it a big
affair

I’d love for you to sit next to
me-
How’s school?
How’s your friends?

I know it’s been ages since we
last spoke. I’m so sorry that time
escaped me.

I have many other things to do-
I can’t sit here all day.
But we will see each other again
soon.
I pinky promise!

I think I would take some time
to clean
sounds silly I know-
But I would prefer to not have
anyone need to clean up after

Then—

Maybe I’d go spend some
time with friends
Or maybe I’d just stay home
and relax

I think I’ll write out a bucket list
ten things I wanted to do before—
It’s really hard for me to say

Before I die

No one likes to think about their
own mortality
we’d rather go on and on blindly
surprised when that moment happens

And then end up saying
why no, I didn’t know that at
some point I would die
No one dies—
Do they?

That’s such child like way
of looking at things
Of course childhood is where nothing
bad ever happens and no one ever
says goodbye