Just a Few More Days

 Just a few more days, they say,
Till death may come and call my name.
Why, then, should I walk into
Houses built of stress and regret?

I'd rather wander through a quiet garden,
Where the wind knows no sorrow,
Where flowers bloom without asking why,
And the sky forgives every yesterday.

I'll keep a smile upon my face,
Good thoughts within my mind,
Kindness resting in my heart,
And peace as my only companion.

Life is not measured
By how long the road remains,
But by how gently we choose to walk it.

So no more waiting for happiness.
No more chains of depression.
No more carrying regrets
That belong to another season.

Whatever days are left to me,
They shall be lived, not feared
With open hands, a grateful heart,
And the courage to simply move on.