In my heart, there is a spark; <br />That spark may yet one day ignite <br />Into a flame that sheds it's light <br />To chase away the waiting dark <br />That until now has filled my mind, <br />And kept me wond'ring, 'If I die; <br />If tomorrow the sun comes up <br />For everyone else but me, <br />Have I used every precious breath <br />To leave a legacy, beyond my death? ' <br /> <br />And on that day, could I declare, <br />'I've used my time, and left none spare; <br />No stone was left unturned, <br />No friendship left unearned.' <br /> <br />And with pleasure, could I say, <br />'Today might be my dying day, <br />But I've squeezed every drop of nectar sweet <br />From the solid rock beneath my feet, <br />And as I return from whence I came, <br />Know that I am not the same; <br />Nor is the world, in some small ways.' <br /> <br />'And most of all the one I love, <br />The one who was my night, my day <br />She is the reason I'm now struck <br />That life was poured into an empty cup, <br />And the sweet taste of it, as it was drunk, <br />Made me smile and bless my luck.' <br /> <br />And if when I die, I am given the choice <br />Of heaven eternal or the life that I've known, <br />I will reply, with a soft spoken voice: <br />'Thanks anyway Lord, but please send me home.'<br /><br />Joshua Logan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dying-day-3/
