What I want - Thoughts at the end of the day about the end of the line

I want to die at the right time


After my kids have grown
Before I become a burden to them
After my body has bent
But before it is broken

I want to go before I become one of the stumbling men who spend their
day wandering parks they no longer remember. One of the men who wake
and sleep and wake again before realizing they are alone in the world
and will be forever.

I want to be gone before I see too much grief, the death of a child,
the heartbreak age, the loss of all those once held dear.

I do not want my fortune, be it big or small, given to doctors who can
not save and nurses who do not care. Do not shutter me away in 'homes'
that are not or to 'rest' that is anything from peaceful

Save me from the screamers, the dreamers, who would lay hands upon to
save old bones that have been saved and lost one hundred times before.
That is not the time for saving, but for forgiving and laying by. God,
in whatever form, would have long since passed judgment on a life so
lived. Pray little heed is given as one approaches the veil that
marks the end.

I want to die at the right time.