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.


This entry was posted in Aging, Personality, Philosophy, Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s