Very close to my twilight, I bless you, Life,
Because you never gave me a false hope,
Or unfair jobs, or undeserved grief;
Because at the end of my tough road I see,
That I was the architect of my own destiny,
What if I did take the honey or vinegar of things,
It was because in them I put vinegar or delicious honey,
When I panted roses I always reaped roses.
True, to my youth, winter will follow:
Still, you never told me May would last forever.
Without a doubt my grief gave me some long nights,
Still, you never promised me only good nights
And in return I had some of serene sanctity.
I loved, was loved, the sun kissed my face.
Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace.
Hospice, machine shutting down, walking yesterday, unconscious now, weird- the whole death and dying process. Not an especially happy day...