A To-Do List for the Terminally Ill

Sit here
At the end of the river
Where she runs her course
And survey what you've gathered
Throw it all away
Call it worthless and start again.

Stay
A few more years
Buried under the silt
And the bills, looking
For a few more minutes
With you

Surrender
In the knowledge
Of all you can do.
And of all you will
allow yourself to.
But sing.