MY BUCKET LIST
LIVING EACH DAY LIKE IT'S MY LAST
CAN'T CHANGE THE FUTURE, CAN'T UNDO THE PAST.
LIFE IS LIKE A RACE, I'M NOT TRYING TO WIN IT.
I'M JUST THANKFUL TO BE IN IT.
THERE'S PAINFUL LESSONS IN LIFE TO BE LEARNED.
I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS THEM, EVERYONE GETS A TURN.
I'M NOT GOING TO WHINE ABOUT THE DAYS FILLED WITH SHOWERS.
I'M JUST THANKFUL, THEY TURN THE SEED INTO FLOWERS.
I HEARD ONE TIME, NOT EVERYONE REALLY LIVES BUT, EVERYONE DIES.
THIS CONCEPT REALLY OPENED UP MY EYES.
SO MANY YEARS, WITHOUT EVEN TRYING,
INSTEAD OF LIVING, I WAS TOO BUSY DYING.
SO, I TOOK OUT A PEN AND PAPER AND I MADE A BUCKET LIST.
I WROTE DOWN ALL THE THINGS I'D DONE AND ALL I'D MISSED.
I'M GOING TO FORGET ABOUT ANY POSSIBLE DANGER.
NEVER AGAIN WILL I DRIVE OFF AND NOT HELP A STRANGER.
MAKES ME REALIZE, ON THE DAYS THAT, I'M REALLY HURTIN.
THERE'S SOMEONE OUT THERE WORSE OFF THEN ME, I'M CERTAIN.
THE OLDER I GET, THE MORE SOME THINGS BECOME CLEAR.
TO SLEEP BETTER AT NIGHT, I NOW HAVE FAITH INSTEAD OF FEAR.
EVERY DAY NOW, AS LONG AS I AM ABLE
I REMEMBER TO GIVE THANKS AT THE SUPPER TABLE.
I'M GOING TO TRY AND BE MORE GENTLE AND KIND, WHAT WOULD IT HURT?
IT'LL ALL BE TOO LATE WHEN, I'M COVERED IN DIRT.
I'M NOT SURE, HOW MANY TRIPS I'LL GET AROUND THE SUN.
BUT, EACH JOURNEY BEGINS WITH THE FIRST STEP TO GET IT DONE.
CHRIS
