For Bob Cole, a man I didn’t know but for whom I have much respect.
2 pm thoughts.
I hope when my time is running out
I have some say in the matter.
Not kept alive with machines or drugs,
In agony, broken and shattered.
I hope when death approaches
I have dignity and choice.
Not a burden or an encumbrance,
But a man who still has a voice.
I hope that if I have to turn off the light
It is me that flicks that switch.
In charge of my own destiny,
My ending of life so rich.
I hope that when the end comes
I have the courage to say enough.
Not linger on as a shadow,
A man made of stronger stuff.
I hope if my body fails me
That everyone I hold dear
Lets me go on my way without regret.
The truth is I’m always here.