A Perfect Death

We all do have our own small fears and phobias The most courageous often go to an early grave But I for one would rather die of old age And leave it to the fearless to die young and brave. My final resting spot none may care to remember And where my remains lay the last post won't be played But the dead are past all cares and thoughts forever Though for the soldier who died brave a last parade. But even the bravest of the brave does have some phobia Though they may not admit to their secret fear To do so would not be good for their egos Of their phobias from them you will never hear. I would like to live to be an aged fellow And not have to struggle for my final breath To go to sleep and not wake in the morning That would be my idea of a perfect death.