The guy on the radio said

he’d like to go out the way his cat did
nineteen years old, and never had bad hips, 
or the other usual problems 

The guy on the radio just came home one day 
and found his cat had left him,

right there on the porch 
in his favorite place to lie, as peaceful as could be

That’s the way I’d like to go
a good life lived, for the most part
let it go with something like a plan

Sitting on the deck in the good sun

thinking of my family and friends
with some Asimov,

or Bukowski by my side
Three fingers of whiskey almost gone