Now that I am facing death

I suppose I can allow myself to think

about the good parts of me.

Surely the arrogance will be excused by God,

since these are the last few seconds of my life.


I was mischievous and clever and I could have

more fun than other child,

because I knew how to.

I was not good at spelling or grammar

or numbers of things like that

but I knew flowers would sort out the teacher.


And now I must say

what a waste of my life

so much more I could have done

if I was given that time. 


By Kiri

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