If I had but a day to live…

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I would recall that I did not shop ‘till I dropped.
I would recall that I did not sing like a nightingale.
I would recall that I did not party for hours and drink wine and liquor like a pro.
I would recall that I did not dance my best, and would pop, lock and drop.
I would recall that I did not laugh my heart out.
I would recall that I did not smile the sweetest smile.

If I had but a day to live…

I would recall that I did not write all day and put on paper all that I had to say.
I would recall that I did not scribble, doodle, and draw like an artist.
I would recall that I did not read and reread the blog that I so dearly cherish.
I would recall that I did not edit works that were entrusted to me.
Oh! I would recall that I did not write short stories for children.
I would recall that I did not read life-changing novels… all the brilliant works of Paulo Coelho, James Patterson, Mitch Albom, and CS Lewis.

If I had but a day to live…

I would recall that I did not forgive those who had hurt me.
I would recall that I did not ask pardon from those whom I had wronged.
I would recall that I did not smile at those who pestered me.
I would recall that I did not kiss and hug the people whose names were entrenched in my heart.
I would recall that I did not give my sincerest affirmation to my life’s mentors.
I would recall that I did not confess… and partake in Jesus’ meal.

If I had but a day to live…

I’d make the day special… with my family and relatives. And then,
I would recall that I did not give my all to the man I love so deeply.
I would recall that I did not love and love and love.
I would recall that I did not give and share everything.
I would recall that I did not enjoy much God’s wonderful landscape.

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