INTIMATIONS OF MORTALITY

Your whole life spent planning,

Things not yet done and said,

Dreams yet left unfulfilled,

For the years that lay ahead.

But what if all you had,

Was just one solitary day,

In which to live your dreams,

In which to have your say?

Would you go down quietly,

Like the slowly setting sun?

Or would you shine one last time,

As if the day's just begun?