The Last Day
Sometimes I wonder what my very last day on Earth will be like. Will I wake up that morning, happy? Will I be married again and will my wife be there next to me?What will I have for breakfast? What news stories will be in the morning paper? Will my daughter be grown or will she be getting ready for school?
Who will I talk to on that day? What will I say? Will I have a conversation with some telemarketer who will try to sell me siding for my house?
On my last day on Earth, will it be a sunny spring day? Will I notice the birds singing and the flowers? Will I mow my yard that morning before lunch?
Will I have a glass of lemonade and rest in my comfortable chair, sitting under the shade tree? Will I drift off to sleep and think of happy memories and never wake up?
Will I have an afternoon game of cards with old friends? Will we talk about the women we have known and the places we have been? Will we shake hands and wave goodbye without knowing it would be the last time?
Will I kiss my daughter that day and tell her that I love her? Will she know just how important she has always been to me?
Sometimes I wonder what the last day will be like. Sometimes I feel like every day is the last day. Every morning I am reborn into the last day of my life. What have I done with today, with this last day?
I know so many people that are preoccupied with tomorrow. So many people are caught up in what the future holds. For me it just does not mean anything.
On the last day, there is no tomorrow.
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