No famous last words, do I need to speak,
I've spoken them already in life,
No more tearful attention, I wish to seek,
For I dread all this idle strife.
My fatherly advice will always carry on,
Long after I stench the cold clay,
Visible in the lives of my daughter and son,
In their hearts forever, to stay.
I wish you all well, I had my chance,
For regrets now, it's much too late,
My entire life reduced to a backward glance,
Like a warrior, I accept my fate.
I bid you all adieu, my poetic friends,
My pen now to mourn on a shelf,
The time is nigh for life's rhyme to end,
Hit the switch ! ..or I'll do it myself !