I rearranged a lot in my apartment last weekend. The living room was feeling crowded and I was not happy about it. The task involved moving several books and in the process I ran across a book I read a few years back but had slipped out of memory. It's called "I Will Not Die An Unlived Life" and it's by Dawna Markova.
This exquisite poem is from the book.
It's a book worth looking for. The title alone is worth the cover price.