If I were to pass on
In twenty-four short hours
I wouldn't shed one tear.
I'd simply grab my most
Favorite books; opening them
To my favorite chapters
And just read them one last time.
I'd then call up a friend.
I wouldn't inform them
Of my depressing fate.
We'd go shopping
And giggle about boys.
I would be sure to
Spend and hour or two
With my family,
Warming myself with their presence...
For one last time.
Two hours from
My parting time
I'll grab my little, red
Mp3 player and my favorite book;
Just reading and singing
Until my time is done.
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