Hedging My Bet

I've never been much of a worrier, Others do that far better than I, Nor am I renowned as a scurrier, Which is not to imply I don't try. My small circle of close friends and loved ones Is diminishing one at a time, And one of these days I'll wake up to discover That it's my turn, and I'm next in line. But if, indeed, that's the next big adventure, I hope it's a pleasant surprise. I'd love to prove, or disprove, All the theories I've had About life and love, And good and bad, And wisdom and learning, And ethics and such, That faith is a pillar And not just a crutch. But, of course, I’m not worried, I don't do that, you see. "Que será, será", What will be, will be. But on the off chance that there is a hereafter, I'd like to reserve a small space there for me. And should any of you get there before I do, Try to grab us a nice window seat with a view.