Last day.

If you were told you had but 25 hours to live,
What would you do? What would you say?
Would you try to climb the highest mountain?
Would you, for the last time, go out and just play?

Would you tell those loved ones,
How much you really do care,
Say that you want them to carry on
In happiness, even when life seems unfair.

Would you regret many words and actions?
Or would you think of the joy in their eyes,
When the good memories are brought back up,
Think of the truths, not the lies.

Would you think of the dreams and wishes?
That you once thought would come true,
Would you realise all the promises you broke?
And all the heartless things you do?

Which people would you think of?
Which ones would you watch over for good?
Would you try and help those that you ignored?
And do everything you could?

Or would you sit there, all alone?
Counting the seconds and minutes away,
Knowing that there were no loved ones to tell,
And no one to miss you or cry for you on your last day.