Everyone has something to live for. For me, it’s people. What is it for you? I wrote this poem for someone very close to me (you know who you are). Some people don’t know how much they mean to you unless you tell them, so tell them while you still have time.
Poem 13 of 365 –
Life isn’t something I hold tight to.
Do that, it just comes back to bite you.
I hope you know
That when my coffin’s nailed closed
Dust to dust,
Then it’s time to go home
You were one of four things that made life harder to let go of.