When dying people
Tell me their life stories,
It’s always beautiful.
Their chapters are named
“The happiest day
of my life”
“How I met my first love.”
And then, “My deepest regrets”
They always say,
“What a beautiful life
I’ve had. If only I had
Known it before.”
They will look at me
Straight in the eyes
And make me promise
To live by my heart,
To love what I have
And to never hold back,
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