Last Day to Live?

What would you do if you knew today was your last?

I probably wouldn't do anything 
different. If it were a Monday, 
I'd go to work and act like nothing 
was going to change. 
I hate good-byes. 
I hate finality. 

I wouldn't want to make things 
worse by scaring anyone, or 
acting like anything were any different.   
You live the way you die, I think. 

I don't believe in death-bed repentance
Or death-bed forgiveness.   
Things are the way they are
because I either created it 
Or procrastinated it and 
I should own it 
no matter if this is my first day 
Or my last. I don't want people 
to remember my last moment 
because I want my whole life 
to speak for itself 
and a person can't do that 
in one day, unless of course 
we only had one day to live. . . .