My Last Day

November 11, 2011
By , Weston, FL
How would you spend the last day of your life?


I would go back home
I’d say goodbye to my mom
And I would take my bike
And I would ride it

Ride and ride to the old park
The park by a field
With a lake near by
There is a big, old tree there
I would go climb it

I would climb and climb
Higher than I’ve ever climbed
Then I’d reach the top
Then the branch would snap
And I would be falling down
Falling and falling

I would slice through the air
Suddenly I’d stop falling
And instead I’d be sleeping

I’d sleep on the cold grass
Beneath the tree by the field
With a lake near by
Next to the old park

I’d sleep and dream
Sweet, wonderful dreams

Then the sun would set
The day would finally end
And night would arrive

But my sleep would not stir
And the darkest of nights would comes
Yet I still wouldn’t wake

And as the dawn comes
I would not see the sun rise
I won’t cease to dream
I’d sleep peacefully
Never to wake up again
Laying by the tree

In a field somewhere
With a deep blue lake near by
Next to the old park

I’d sleep and I sleep
On the last day of my life
And I’d never wake





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