Taking shallow breaths on the hospital bed,
the movie of my life runs through my head.
Of battles won and paths of temptations,
Of hatred and jealousy’s manifestations,
Of anger and fear spewed at situations.
Then comes memories of love at first sight,
Smile of my son which brought so much delight
Smell of my daughter’s shampooed hair,
the days of my motor cycling on the mountains without a care.
Simple pleasures which cannot be measured with money,
Makes me smile and my heart glow with its memories.
Then I realize the futile life I had lived,
Searching for “highs” that were short-lived.
If I had known that only memories I would take,
I would have strived on slowing down to smell the roses
and enjoy life’s simple joy for my heart’s sake!
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