Time Gentlemen, Please

Last words you say Before your life slips away Could be just incidental Or indeed not confidential I suppose the choice may not be Something I’d want to say so easily For it may be a surprise To me when I do not rise Most people would want to die in their sleep The grim reaper crept up the end complete Your last words may hold Nothing more then an expletive told When it may be “F... me” With my last breath pushed out free Or will I remain silent at the end No more needing to pretend. © Paul Warren Poetry