It could be today, tomorrow perhaps.
Maybe it was yesterday and I overslept.
Have I given more than I have taken?
Will my last breath be taken with pride?
Have I prepared myself and those held closely?
Will they have strength to move on without me?
The day it arrives will come when, not if.
It’s in my hands but out of my control.
I may stay longer than I want, wishing for the end,
Or I might strike oil and go before I can collect.
I don’t know where I’ll go when it comes.
I could walk streets paved with gold,
Be consumed, trapped in the fiery chambers.
Or maybe I’ll just become a bug collector.
I don’t fear the day that day arrives, I’ll say.
I’ll meet it head-on with projected bravery.
2006-12-27 17:01:35 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
It's so beautiful... I especially love the part "I don't fear the day that day arrives, I'll say. I'll meet it head-on with projected bravery." It really talks about the strength of the someone. If it is connected with you somehow(maybe not), just be strong.
2006-12-27 17:45:13 · answer #1 · answered by nARuTo fAN 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
cool....if that on your mind, look out for you....not to be selfish, but if you lose, then those around you do too....not the ones who leech, but the ones who need you
2006-12-28 01:16:13 · answer #2 · answered by MORRIS S 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it sounds nice. just be sure u r prepared right for it.
2006-12-28 01:09:51 · answer #3 · answered by smile a 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋