My Last Day

sun-3726030_960_720If this is my last day,
then this is a good day,
for that means on this day
at last I have won.
Melting ice escapes as water,
fallen trees burn bright as fire,
broken hearts make songs and art
and ended lives bring out the choirs.
Sing in harmonies,
minstrel armories.
Only the good and the bad are remembered,
forgotten are we who relate to them both.
For I am as much of a sinner as a saint,
and as much filled with mercy as I am filled with hate,
and though I’ll be forgotten tomorrow too late;
today is a good day for me.


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