Forever young.

When my end comes may it come with a bang; don't it creep up upon me unknown; let it come after my breakfast... for I enjoy having my breakfast—sitting outside at the glass table under the orange cloth sun shade.       

Maybe those I know have said good morning, and have wished me a happy day, and that the sun is shining... and maybe I would have walked in the sand (bare footed) and paddled through the water (just one last time).        

May I go fourth from here knowing no one feels I've treated them wrong; that I've made my peace with myself-having ticked all the boxes... crossed my T-s and dotted my I-s, and that my parents (if here with me NOW) would be proud of my achievements. 

 If I were to look into the eyes and hearts of my children, would I feel and see their love... witness their forgivenesses for my failures against them; and for the occasions I neglected my duties towards them... which I know have been many.       

Youth clouds one's judgments as one endeavours to transition between a single being and a provider for others... love is blind to all future requirements (forced upon a married man) to think not only of himself—but now another, and then another, and then another.    

How one's life changes so quickly.     

May death bring relief and peace to a body and mind so worn out and lost for purpose; may death bring closure to a life of some selfishness... yet also a life—fill of giving, fill of love and care for so many others, even (at times) the others cannot see what has been provided for them.

BROTHER: let my end come with a bang; don't it creep up upon me unknown; let it come after my breakfast... and let the sun be shining.

The End...Bye.