Last Thoughts

Last Thoughts As my weary head lay down on my feathered pillow I think of what my life has shown. While my body shakes with fever and my sheets soak up my sweat I wonder who my life has touched. During my struggle to taste each rugged breath hoping it’s not my last I question where my life has led me. As I fight to live just one more day I hope I have touched someone’s soul. While I think, I can feel the tears roll down my cheek I want to have made a difference. During my final hours as I pray for the pain to stop I question my effect to inspire. Now that it is over, I need to be remembered.