When the time comes and I must die,
(Unsurprisingly, there's no date for when).
Gathered family weep, may even cry.
For this life, lived and loved, amen.
Will I die lying in my bed?
Peacefully, restfully, within my home,
Will friends encircle my soft final breath?
Or slabbed in the morgue alone.
I'd prefer to die in slumber.
My lover and I entwined, fast asleep.
Hedonistic pleasures consummated.
Arms and legs in a sweaty heap,
I’ve wanted to die of old age.
I'm here now and I'm not sure I'm ready.
I need at least another sixty years.
Take someone else instead of me.
There are many ways I could go.
Honestly, I hope that I'll never know.
Keen not to await a malignancy.
Drawing out death, slower than slow.
Possibly I would take the plunge.
Head south to the bastion cliffs of Dover.
A potential vehicular fireball
driving to the edge, then over.
If I could have a choice, a say,
When life and I are finally parted,
Whichever possibility I choose,
I'm sure that I'd be downhearted.
I'm aware of ways not to die.
Dancing wildly in a packed discotheque
cold moorland walk without a winter coat
Sitting bored watching Ant and Dec.
The last moments of our world
Caught in a nuclear atomic bomb blast
Unsympathetic and unforgiving
soon burnt to a crisp in a flash.
Not choking on a T-Bone steak
Neither a wasp sting nor an allergic bite
Nor an excess of socialist voters
That attack stage left, whilst I looked right.
Our lives will end. They will end far too soon.
We rush headlong from cradle to grave.
Frantically, we seek an elixir.
But longevity’s lost to those that crave
We can map life's journey and destiny.
Choosing our own highways to navigate
Listen only to yourself, not others.
It's not their life, so don't life abdicate
Don't regret achieved experiences
Those moments are in your past, not ahead.
Regret those moments, yet unaccomplished
There's no rerun to life once you are dead.
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