Your Last Day

Apparently all I had to do to become inspired was to write a short poem about how uninspired I was… and be sad.

If today was your last day
What would you do?
Would you jump from a plane?
Or spend all of your money?

I guess I’m half way there.
Pennies and dimes
That’s what I got.
But it doesn’t matter on your last day.

If today was your last day,
Would you throw a fit at work?
Would you smoke an entire pack of cigarettes?
Or would you just end it before it ends you?

Would you ‘forget’ to pull your parachute,
And crash into trees full force?
Let the pine puncture you
As the wind is knocked out of you.
As the wind pushes you closer to the ground.

As it pushes you closer to Hell,
You crash through the ground,
Only to find heaven
Because you were living in hell.

If today was your last day,
Would you speed so fast,
Regardless of tickets?
Doesn’t matter once you hit that tree.

But you wouldn’t hit a tree,
Because no tree deserves that,
And you can’t drive into the sea
Because the deeper you go
The more life you see.

And you don’t want to see life
On your last day.
You just want to end it.
So that’s what you do.

-cdk

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