By Michael W. Raley
If we lived each day as if it were our last,
The future wouldn’t matter, neither would the past.
Our minds would not be cluttered with this, that, and the other,
As I suppose we would try to leave a legacy of love for our sisters and brothers.
We would close our eyes and bask in the sun’s beams
And listen for the whispers of the oceans, rivers, lakes, and streams.
Maybe you would frolic and play in the fountains
Or go to see a sunrise in the mountains.
We would not be so attached to our ever-growing pile of stuff,
As we would realize what we have is more than enough,
For our stuff will go somewhere else and gather dust,
Decaying to the ages of time and rust.
In time, memories of us will also be forgotten and fade,
For the ones who knew us will also live out their last day.
No matter if one is rich or poor, small or great,
We are all destined for the exact same fate.
We are simply actors in a play whose roles will be recast.
Make the most of your time on the stage, your life in this moment, make it last.