My Bucket List
I've pondered it long, ....all the things I would do
before all my days were to dwindle and fade
If fortune would give me, the best that it's got
To fill up my bucket,...... I've given it thought
A chance in a million, can mean one last shot...
to fill up my bucket with daring last stunts,
or sailing the seas,... or mountains to climb,
or dancing in moonlight,... or money to spend?
When time dwindles down, how would I spend it?
If I could be blessed...to live out my days
some spectacular way... is that what I'd do?
My head would spinning, pondering, choosing
My mind would be swaying, stewing and praying
I have come to conclusion, those things are illusions
....It's not for me to spend my last days
in tropical sun....or holidays running...
The things I would pick, are simple, and small
and wouldn't really be hard to choose at all.....
I would fill up my bucket as I've always done...
Playing with my family, simple and fun....
Laughing as grandkids play in the sun
Hamburgers cooking out on the grill
Watching the sunset over the hills
Eating big bowls of ice cream, as my son plays guitar
Out on the porch, and under the stars
Who could want more? I ask you to say
I am no fool....at the end of the day
Who could want more, from a bucket so full
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For Frank: By Carrie 3/17/13
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