Everything You Touch Poem by David Blake

When we draw near the end of life and all that
is left is death, what would we trade but for one
more day. Remembering all the wasted
moments, all the idle days of youth lost in
careless play, and the mindless toil for which you
suffer through almost every day. What promises
and oaths shall you make, will your rise up in
anger or bow low in defeat and shame? Will you
smile and be content with all that your life has been,
or shall you lament the lost chances never knowing
what could have been. Lost now in life amidst
dreams and friends it's hard to imagine the end, yet
it will come and we don't know when. Remember
this thin everyday you awake you are presented with
a new chance to live.