No More Bucket Lists
Imagine…you have one month to live.
So many books, so little time.
Should I start a new one now?
Or will my end come before the book’s does?
It was never about endings, really.
I didn’t live my life just to get to the end —
I didn’t live for checking “finished”
off some To Do List —
Or did I?
I would like to let time flow
to enjoy experiences for what they are.
To appreciate the story of my life
even if it’s interrupted
by an unexpected end.