If you knew your time was up
There was nothing left but your empty cup
What would you do at the very end?
Speak in anger or make amends?
If you knew how many breaths you had
Would you waste them all by being sad?
Or would you use them to do a little good
Speak of kindness and loving truths?
If you knew the date and time
For when you'd reach the end of your line
Would you rush or stroll along
Reevaluate your rights undo your wrongs?
So what would you do?
Just think a while
Then maybe live as if it were your last mile.
Because whatever you choose it will be an honest life
And who knows it might be worthwhile
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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Good words SC, looking back in my life shows how good a life I have had.
Andy
Thanks gf
A find write SC.
Maybe the younger we are, the less we may thing of the future years - understandable.
But not to be a doom merchant, though it's true, that 'From the moment we are born, we start to die', said some wag.
We can reply, 'Ere, I only just been born! lol.
Har. Har. Well you never know when it's time to go
Yes, why, only the other day I got run over by a bus. They never told me they changed the bus timetable. I survived it! Did I make all that up? lol.
This is deep, actually. However since I don't know when or how the end might come (though at 81 with the odd health problem, it can't be far away) I just go for it and do the best I can day by day.
Such a clean, honest piece never the less, Sax - thanks.
Thanks Dave. May you have many year left mate
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