A Poem: What will you do on the last day of your life?

No one has made a plan, seriously

For their last day of life

Some think it’s too far away

To some, it came too suddenly

Here is what I’ll do -

Real simple

I won’t go anywhere

or look for anybody

What’s the point, anyway?

I’ll get up at my usual time

Dress whatever happens to drape on the chair

I’ll have my morning jog and coffee

Eat whatever happens to be in the refrigerator

I’ll make my morning tea and start reading

Write down whatever happens to pop up

I’ll smoke a cigarette

If one is too short

Another

Smoking is harmful?

Yeah, I know.

-THE END-