My Last Days? Poem by Vallerie Lobell

I woke as usual, got the kids on the bus,
Facing a multitude of household tasks,
Worrying about life passing me by,
So many question of myself I have to ask,

Why can't I feel as if these days were my last?
I want to have that mentality,
Some days are good and some are bad,
I fail to grasp, it is my sad reality,

The doctors say I am depressed,
I can't just snap out of it,
The meds just don't seem to help,
Can't reach that point I'm trying to get,

How would I spend my last days?
What would I do with that time?
How can I get to that place?
And keep that state of mind?

What would be my last thoughts?
As my eyes take their last glance,
I have no clue what I would do,
Each new day brings a new chance,

I cannot answer these questions,
I am not faced with yet,
But I will try not to waste one single day,
And do my best with no regrets,