Dying Light

In the dying light I will stare, Asking the Grim Reaper for a spare.

No reaction on his face, I guess he has enough space.

Looking longer in the light, Brighter it becomes, Showing my life drums.

Remembering I will, The body becomes more chill.

The end is near, But I show no fear.

I have lived my age, This is just another page.

Stories in heaven I will tell, Might even hit the pub's bell.

Paying I will not, My wallet I forgot.

Thanks for this life, I will become a guiding Angel, Protecting my Wife.