Seeing myself quite so dead on the bed
Has certainly changed my perspective.
“Take care of your health” is what I’d always said,
But it turns out my heart was defective.
It’s a little too late for such drastic resorts,
Still they zapped me with 10,000 volts.
Though I’m grateful they’re thinking such positive thoughts,
I’m now just a bucket of bolts.
“Death comes to us all” as old sayings contend
Though he shows us such open contempt.
Some struggle and fight making bitter their end
As if fighting will make them exempt.
Now, I must say farewell as I start to ascend –
I’ll soon have such stories to tell.
A cool summer breeze whispers, “Welcome, old friend”,
So I feel now that all will be well.
25 June 2017