With only an hour left for him to live, he sets out to make his peace.
Love letters to burn, skeletons to closet, and daughters to marry.
He revisits his old stomping grounds and finds a priest to confess to.
Poetry to erase, novels still to write, pictures that need painting.
People to forgive, sons to instruct, balls to kick, recipes to burn.
Aeroplanes to jump from, mountains to climb, rivers to ford and to swim.
Poets to read, websites to find, comments to make, more blogs to link to.
Babies to kiss, wives to dismiss, lovers to lean on, tears to cry.
Beer to drink, time to think, people to find, galaxies to explore.
Seeds to plant, crops to rotate, potatoes to dig, apple trees to shake.
And still, knowledge to acquire, things to see and do, other fish to fry!280908