Dying Is An Art

To die with dignity in the midst of indignant pain Eyes clenched, face contorted Knowing you're at your end Semi toothless, wrinkled Mottled with brown age spots Turkey gizzard neck Eyes darting to and fro Not fooled By medical euphemisms Not fooled by words of false cheer Counting ceiling tiles Admiring florescent tube Some scenic way to go Don't you think? Once more a sip of milk Once more a warm embrace Just one more minute Without this pain, Dear Lord... I long to see my lost ones But I am not sure If I will travel on Or become as rememberless as the dust I'll be It's an art to die with dignity I know of few capable of such My dear father He showed me how He set an example I pray to emulate I doubt I can He is with me still...