Dying Just Right

Like any other phase,

It engenders its own

Mad examination—

What’s the best use of this

End of life existence?

Are you spending it well?

Are you squandering days?

Should you be wasting them

Differently? Shouldn’t you

Be dying at the Lake?

Doing something noble,

Finishing a novel,

Holding hands at sunset?

It just doesn’t matter.

Hospital is ok—

It’s no shame to live, now,

However you live now,

Needles or no needles,

Constantly dozing off,

Maybe content to drool

A little when you do—

Aha! Maybe content. . .

If you’re maybe content,

Then you’re doing this right.