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2011 Unpublished work.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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