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.
To the best of his knowledge the author is not
in imminent danger of death except in the sense
that we all are from the moment we are born.
Assuming we are lucky enough to be born.
He read today that there are 4,000 abortions performed
daily in America. Those souls don’t get a chance
to say goodbye.