Flying Top Gun

He took flight into the runway setting sun Knowing he had avoided his last medical And as the tumor burst Rendering him comatose So he couldn't eject He knew He would never return This was an end of duty But a noble way to die For a Pilot who was listless without the sky as companion Better a death in the sky Than to peter out In a hospital bed Surrounded by pity It's a good day to die I only wish I had a worthy adversary to battle Not this falling body of a shell If I don't kill Will tear itself apart Yellow bellowing pain I seek glory not shame I hope you understand This is my doing My choice Remember me not as missing But as with like minded friends Reminiscing about old times A Pilots End Amen