I don't remember dying
They say it was by a bullet stray
If someone had only told me
I might have better spent my last day
I think I would have picked flowers
The kind that are sweet to smell
And I had a friend whom I loved
I would have liked to say farewell
There was a shallow river
That often I had seen
I should walk a mile or two
Up and down the stream
And then one more thing
With the time I had remain
I should take off all my clothes
And stand in the pouring rain
Living every day as if it was your last induces such clarity! Good concept, well delivered.
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A great poem, my friend. Of course, we all should live every day as if it were our last because we never know. But, if we did know, we'd probably spend the day being miserable. Well penned indeed. Best wishes Richard