ON THE DAY I DIE...

On the day I die a lot will happen,
A lot will change,
The world will be busy.

On t he day I die, all the important appointments I made
will be left attended,
The many plans I had yet to complete
will remain forever undone,
The calendar that ruled so many of my days
will now be irrelevant to me.

All the materials I so chases and guarded and treasured,
will be left in the hands of others to care or to discard.
The words of my critics which so burdened me,
will cease to sting or capture anymore.
They will be unable to touch me.

The arguments I believed I'd won here,
will not serve me or bring me any satisfaction or solace.

All my noisy incoming notifications and texts and calls,
will go unanswered.
Their great urgency will be quieted.

My many nagging regrets,
will all be resigned to the past,
where they should have always been anyway.
Every superficial worry,
about my body that I ever labored. over;
about my waistline or hairline or frown lines,
will fade away..
My carefully crafted image, the one I worked so hard,
to shape here,
will be left to them to complete anyway.
The sterling reputation I once struggled so greatly,
to maintain will be of little concern for me anymore.

All the small and large anxieties,
that stole sleep from me each night,
will be rendered powerless.
The deep and towering mysteries about life and death,
that so consumed my mind,
will finally be clarified in a way,
that they could never be before while I lived.
These things will certainly all be true,
one the day I die.
Yet for as much as will happen,
on that day, one more thing,
that will happen.

On the day I die,
the few people who really know and truly love me,
will grieve deeply.
They will feel a void.
They will feel cheated.
They will not feel ready.
They will feel as though a part of them has died as well.
And on that day, more than anything in the world,
they will want more time with me.
I know this from those I love and grieve over.
And so knowing this,
while I am still alive,
I'll try to remember that my time with them is finite and fleeting,
and so very precious -- and I'll do my best,
not to waste a second of it.

I'll try not to squander a priceless moment,
worrying about all the others,
that will happen on the day I die,
because many of those things,
are either not my concern or beyond my control.
Friends, those other things,
have an insidious way,
of keeping you from living,
even as you live;
vying for your attention,
competing for your attractions.
They rob you of the joy of this unrepeatable, uncontainable,
ever-evaporating.
Now with those who love,
and want only to share it with you.

Don't miss the chance to dance with them while you can,
It's easy to waste so much daylight.
in the days before you die.
Don't let your life be stolen,
everyday by all that you believe matters,
because on the day you die,
much of it simply won't.
Yes, you and I will die one day.

BUT BEFORE THAT DAY COMES: LET US LIVE.... :) :) :)