When My Time Has Run Out
When we reach a certain age, it's been my experience that we spend a little more time reflecting on what lies ahead. Regardless of what we may do to try and extend our time on this earth, we all have an expiration date, much like a carton of milk. These bodies aren't made to last forever, and they don't. One look at a cemetery will confirm that statement. With that in mind, I would like to share a poem that was written by a friend of mine on the writing web site, Fan Story. Her name is Debi Marquette and when she shared this with me, it resonated, so I thought I'd pass it on. When My Time Has Run Out At the end of the day, do I know that I've done ...