What was the last thing that you wished to do?
And did you do it, or just let it go?
So little time to make your dreams come true,
What are the debts that to yourself you owe?
Is it not these that we should pay back first,
This little body's tired of hanging round,
The soul inside is trapped and feeling cursed,
And longs to play on unfamiliar ground.
What is it that you'll wish you had achieved,
When all at once you draw your final breath?
What can you do so you don't feel aggrieved,
But ready when at last it's time for death.
Think carefully for thinking minutes run,
And speed towards the ending one by one.
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