If today were all you had of life,
how many things would you change?
Would you chuckle a resigned sigh
and forget all life’s suffering strain?
Or would you fight with sword unsheathed
the remnants of your enemies,
slashing and stabbing their teethed
grins, bearing them the same destiny?
Would you weep at the sunset short,
knowing you saw it last descend?
Would you dance by moonlight once more,
leap and swing at the stars again?
Would every hug from those you love
be enough to frame your heart in peace?
Would you hold on to only one
as a dream lingers upon sleep?
Would every blink be counted blessed
or blessed be numbered one blink pressed?