This month, I’m sharing some of Dad’s final conversations with us in the last days of his life. In this one, he urges us to live to the fullest and to make every minute count as he did a lot of hospital waiting. I chose the etheree form for this poem, created with his exact words, since the etheree form (ten lines with each numbered line having that many syllables in it) visually shows the diminishing time and creates the sense of urgency to live.
You Can’t Kick The Can Down the Road
isn’t this what we’re all doing, really?
waiting for the next thing to happen?
it’s not day by day, but hourly
we must use our time wisely
all we’ve got is today
every minute counts
life is today
whatever
is, just
is
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