How Do We Live Our last Day?

There is always another day

But is there really another day?

What if this "is" the last day?

And the last day of what?

The last day to pay bills?

The last day of vacation?

The last day of work?

The last day to see a sunrise?

Or a sunset?

The last day to see a loved one?

Or tell a loved one they are loved . . .

Maybe each should be lived to its fullest

As though it is the very last day

And if we did how would we live each day of our lives?