This is a poem talking about the so called bucket list everyone has of things they wanna do before they die.
I shall not rest in my death bed until…
I am a singer.
I am a singer, now I will not rest until…
I am Famous.
I am Famous, now I will not rest until…
I am married and rich.
I am married and rich, now I will not rest until…
I am old.
I am old now…it is time to rest.
2011 Unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy
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