Someday you’ll be in bed dying
like I am now and people you love
and some you don’t will come by
to say good-bye. They don’t know
what to say because we’re all amateurs
at dying, no experience required.
All I know is that I’ll be leaving
any day now and my visitors know
some day they’ll be leaving too
but unlike me they don’t know when.
Not knowing when would scare me more.
At least now I can say goodbye.