Regrets

If I had a week to live,

Because of sickness or ill will,

I would do everything I could

To have no regrets.

I would dive through the sky

Then bungee off a bridge.

I could ride a motorcycle

Through the dunes of Egypt,

But even if I couldn't

Because of one reason or another

And I could do nothing but

Be with those I love

I would still

Die without regrets.

Author's Note

Another little poem from English class.

Reviews

[BenightedWhispers]

Not bad at all. ^^ It's very nice. I like the sytle it's written in.