Let my body loose its shape and slowly crumble into dust
Let my bones grow old and creaky, let my blood congeal to rust

Let my voice grow hoarse and tired, let my brain grow slow and dim
Let my breathing fade until it perches lightly on life’s rim

Let my image be forgotten, let my memory be lost
Let me be completely spent before I pay the final cost

Just don’t let me be cut down like a flower in my prime
Of all the earthly endings that would be the biggest crime

This spun out last night when I couldn’t sleep. There’s one line I’m not sure about, but I’m not saying what it is.

Photo by A.C. Smith