Your Last Day

If I knew that today was my last day...
Would I smile a little more?
Would I sing just to hear my voice no matter how many strangers would stare?
Would the rain really hurt so bad that I would have to stay dry?
Would I forget so quickly all of the good deeds done to me and only remember the bad?
Would I sit at home and watch the News?
Would I, when asked who I am, begin with my job title and my possessions?
Would I tell people to call me whatever they feel fits me rather than giving my name?
Would I continue to be concerned about things I will never change?
Could medicine cure everything?
Would I see the same dull sky, knowing it would be my last view?
Would my solution to loneliness be loneliness?
Would I dismiss conversation and company based on something called a "personality conflict"?
Would I wish for a little pain just to remind me that I am real?
Would I constantly need to know what time it is?
Would I concern myself with politics?
Would tomorrow still be more important than today?
Could I live in regret?
Would I pay attention to the details?
Would I remember to thank a friend for a dollar and forget to thank him for his loyalty and help?
Would I hold my current grudges?
Would I get to know my neighbors?
Would I spend my energy on revenge?
Would my bank account determine my happiness?
Would I write down things that I want people to know after I'm gone?
Would each breath be like cool water after a long run?
Would I notice all of the different textures that my hands feel?
Would I open the windows?
Would I try to blend in?
What wrongs would I right?
What dreams would I turn into realities?
What would I share?
Would I try to be like someone else?
Would I be more considerate of strangers?
Would I make up words?
Would I be proud of the same things I am now?
Would I visit old friends?
What would I do on my last day?
Every day is my last day. Were my answers true?

03.29.06