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.