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Daily as events,good and bad continue to unfold
It is clear that a myth it is; the belief that death is far,and for the old
Control of and sufficient time is only but an illusion
I must at this moment do what I can to accomplish the mission
For indeed I am not guaranteed of tomorrow
I know not what with it may come, joy or sorrow
But sooner or later afterlife will come calling
Tears and regrets may come pouring
Like the prayer I never said at my mother's bedside
And the visit I refused to make to a friend
because of pride
Not recognizing that all that really mattered
Was telling and showing that they mattered
So I am learning to number my days
Be gentle and kind in all of my ways
Even if a hug and a smile is all I have to offer
And in the midst of the storm I try to hold it together
Now, make the call,pay that visit,GIVE,say that prayer,fulfill your promise
I tell myself for,I know not the future,only what is past and what is
I hope that my memories will be a miracle for someone
For another a source of succour that a life is deserving and Worthy
Of love and every good thing even if he or she is considered the odd one
And love exists for those feeling unlovable,and different from everybody
I hope this leaves you with a good feeling
As it did me when I was writing
A reminder that life's existence is fleeting
Death should not be the reason to tell and show what loved ones mean
While when they were living it didn't really seem

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[John the Baptist]

A very moving piece about priorities in life here. The speaker correctly notes that nothing is guaranteed and life is very much a momentary commodity. Therefore we should place greater emphasis on love, compassion and kindness. I also notice the speaker recalls some times in the past which indicate regrets for perceived transgressions. Perhaps some compassion for the self is needed, too.