You might ask yourself
Why one day have you to live?
I asked myself that question
More times than I can count
And I'm still not certain
I woke up that fateful morning
To see the sun rising
Slowly at first and then fast
Fast as though the sun knew
Knew I wanted to see so much
On my last day
So it went quicker for me
So red was the sun for my sorrow was heavy
So much time wasted and so little time left
I can't waste this day
I walked to the park
And sat on my favorite bench
I watched the swans glide across the serene water
And saw a man dive off the bridge from the top
He hit the water and never swam back up
But from the bubbles of his gasping lungs
Butterflies flew toward the sky
With that I walked to the store
Bought my favorite drink
And drank
Deeply and thankfully
The carbonation making my nose tickle
I walked then to the delapidated and vacant church on the hill
A gentle wind rustling the leaves overhead
Made me realize I was not alone
I fell to my knees and prayed my heart's prayer
Hard and good so much that I cried
Standing up I knew I was ready
Ready to go home at last
Walking home at dusk I found myself wondering why
Why was this day not wasted?
Why am I so happy?
Then I realized
That in my last day here on earth
I truly enjoyed it
I truly made it worthwhile
In my own way.
 
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