One More Day

If I had only one more day to live
with memory and personality
intact, I’m certain I would want to give
attention to whatever I can see,
or sense with any other faculty.
I’d focus and take every moment in.
I think I’ll set that exercise for me:
pretending death may let more life begin.

(Huitain)

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