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The Final Hour

 

what if today were all

we had left in this

world of infinite tomorrows promised

but never truly guaranteed to

arrive on our doorstep like

expected mail we take for

granted until the day it

stops coming altogether what if

we lived as if death

were breathing down our necks

not in terror but in

awareness of life\'s true value

would we still waste our

precious minutes on petty grudges

would we delay joy or

save love for another day

we would finally open the

gifts we\'ve locked away inside

balance our souls like checkbooks

tallying debts and beautiful moments

finish each sunset with nothing

left unsaid unwritten undone untasted

time becomes an endless river

when each drop is savored