I Ran Out of Days
I knew my days were numbered.
It was just a matter of time
Before dying with tasks incomplete.
I failed each day to wrap up loose ends.
I leave this earth with regrets.
I wish I had been gentle with fragile souls.
More folks should know they were treasured.
My family would realize how much I loved them.
Cobwebs need to be brushed from corners of my room.
Furniture should be dusted and my junk drawer sorted.
Bills remain unpaid and paperwork is untidy.
But my allotted days are gone and my life is undone.
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