Last moments
I would not have passed,
On desert,
I wouldn't have treated my best friend like dirt,
If I only knew we were exchanging our last words,
I would have listened closer to the song of the birds,
If that was the last hymn from nature I would ever hear,
I would have put myself in a lower gear,
If I knew I would run out of gas this early in the race,
I would have embraced and enjoyed sights and taste,
I would have loved to hear the emotion in a song,
I would not have waited this long,
To realize how much I appreciate those around me,
That family and friends are the key,
To the best, and richest kind life,
I would have been a better mother, daughter, and wife,
If I knew my clock would stop this soon,
If I knew I wouldn't get old enough for my skin to prune,
I would have loved every day,
In every way,
If I knew it would be my last,
And now, that my life is fading fast,
And that every breath I take could quite possibly be my last,
All I can think of is what I failed to do with the time that has passed!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-02-18 at 19:32
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If I knew this meal would be my last,I would not have passed,
On desert,
I wouldn't have treated my best friend like dirt,
If I only knew we were exchanging our last words,
I would have listened closer to the song of the birds,
If that was the last hymn from nature I would ever hear,
I would have put myself in a lower gear,
If I knew I would run out of gas this early in the race,
I would have embraced and enjoyed sights and taste,
I would have loved to hear the emotion in a song,
I would not have waited this long,
To realize how much I appreciate those around me,
That family and friends are the key,
To the best, and richest kind life,
I would have been a better mother, daughter, and wife,
If I knew my clock would stop this soon,
If I knew I wouldn't get old enough for my skin to prune,
I would have loved every day,
In every way,
If I knew it would be my last,
And now, that my life is fading fast,
And that every breath I take could quite possibly be my last,
All I can think of is what I failed to do with the time that has passed!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
Read 465 times
Written on 2007-02-18 at 19:32
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