With a Day to Live

 

A Day to Live

What would I do with a day to live?
Would I make amends,
or give away dying confessions?
Would I drown in booze,
before I forever snooze?

With a day to live,
what would I even choose —
the loving embrace of friends and family,
or a day spent lamenting this tragedy?
Would I dull out my consciousness,
or be consumed with all seriousness?

With a day to live,
what new lines would I write?
What new play would I cast?
What words would be my last?
Drowning in memories of the past,
would there be tears of sorrow?
Would I even care with no tomorrow?

If I had a day to live,
maybe I'd search for a day to borrow.