NaPoWriMo 2017, poem 2

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

in moments,

to enjoy experiences for what they are.

To appreciate the story of my life

even if it’s interrupted

by an unexpected end.

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