It's coming, I know it,
My final hours of life,
I have regrets
But I have no more strife,
My past stretched behind me
There is nothing ahead,
I'll be relieved when the time comes.
When I'm finally dead.
When that moment arrives
When finally I'm gone,
They'll say of me
His pitiful life, done,
He lived, he loved, he laughed,
Somewhat reluctantly.
Grasped at life's abundant pleasures
Fairly infrequently
When I am laid to rest
My eulogy is read
Forget me then,
Live your own life instead
Walk tall, forward to your future,
Don't give your past a backward glance,
Bask in the warmth of each moment,
Life affords you no second chance.
The old man in the next bed is now dead,
Nothing more about him needs to be said.
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