My Final Wishes

I wouldn’t want to die alone,
nor with people standing around.
I don’t want to expire at home,
nor anywhere out on the town.

A vicious death? That’s off the list!
Serenely in my dreams? No way!
Lingering ill or driving pissed?
No thank you, I think not today.

I’ve no wish to croak in Belgium,
nor snuff it in Honolulu,
dirt nap in some sad asylum,
nor end stuck with pins by voodoo.

I don’t want to live forever,
nor pass on before my time.
Take me now. No, take me never.
To see the end would be a crime.
I’m still a person in my prime.

So, please note my final wishes,
in metered rhyme so you will know.
Comes the reaper so pernicious?
Tell the man: “I don’t want to go!”

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