I made a good life, provided and cared
Washed and cleaned, fed and shared
Now Life burns lower each and every day
As my end draws near I hope and pray
May my children never have to find
I’ve lost my health, my will, my mind
May god, or fate, or chance that be
Allow me to die with full dignity
Before I fade in extent so great
By lasting too long; dying too late
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