If dying, would life I waste,
Would I be in such a haste,
Running at fanatic pace?
Or time left, would I embrace?
Ambitions, mine, would I scoff,
Let my goals remain put off?
Devote life, to other’s plan,
Have no voice as spirits wan?
Would I look to deeper needs,
For youth’s sake, plant a few seeds?
Tell stories of my life’s past,
Fuel passions, making them last.
Spend money on things that grow,
Watching reaped, what I would sow.
Deal out cards, make them aces
Feed young souls, to win races.
Do I sail to other shore,
Quench my thirst for knowledge more?
Or do I sit inside tomb,
Where I’ve sat since mother’s womb?
Cannot wait until death nears!
Must make a change, despite fears.
I am living, must take reins.
Living life, while life remains.
– – June Nash
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