In the twilight of your years
When your end is near
Will you be of good cheer
Will you be drenched in fear
–soaked in tears
Will you be in a horrid mess
Like a sad, sad state of affairs
Will you be eternally shattered
Like a colossal disaster?
In the twilight of your years
When your end is near
Will you invoke passionate inspiration
–in the succeeding generation
–just like an inspiring role model
Will you be a destructive distraction
Wil you be a noisy nuisance
In the midst of your younger kin
Will they gather close around you
Will they scatter far-away from you
Will your frustration occasion desperation
In anticipation of doomsday?
In the twilight of your years
When your end is near
Will you look back with regret
Will you hasten the past to forget
Will you have any regrets
–over anything you neglected
Will you feel some regrets
–over something you rejected
Will you regret yesterday
Wishing tomorrow was another day
–another opportunity?
In your old age
When your anatomy is in a worst state
A pale shadow of its best state
Will you be a bundle of aches
–and of pains
Will you be in plasters
Will you be a burden
–full of misery and of depravity
Will you be alive and kicking
–or alive but sorely shaking
Will you be confined in the theatre
Always connected to the catheter
–and to the wheelchair
Will you pray for a quick passage into the depth of the dusty earth
–just to save face?
In your final days
When your end is inevitable, non negotiable
Can we be proud descendants
–your progeny
–a generation to follow
Can we bask in the glory of your past
–our claim to fame
Will we be a generation bathed in endless shame
Can we hang onto your shoulders
–to leap into the future
Can we look back to glorious years
–not to wasted moments
Can we sign the inherited name with pride
Can our inherited names open doors
–and leave them ajar?
In your final days
When the end stares
Wil you be a legend
Celebrated before your end
Will you matter
No matter your age
Will you matter
Before you exit the stage
–of the human race?
