My Last Day


How would I spend
my last day
if I knew it was the end?
What’s left that I didn’t do
visit a family or a friend
kneel in prayer to You?

There are some people
it would be nice to see
or I could go for a walk
sit beneath my favorite tree.
But really, there’s nothing left
to be done for I live each
day as if it were my last one
doing the simple things I love
letting each day pass
one by one
as if every one was the last.

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