A culmination of my mortal wealth

The final veto of this body’s health

On this concluding course, I’ll steer the helm,

Towards divine perfection in heaven's realm.

Pleasures once played forcibly reduced in speed.

Aches and pains scream, “You fool, take heed.”

Sat alone at ease, awaiting death’s forecast.

Whilst silently reminiscing about a time long past.

No time now for regret or for wondering why

No time now for tears nor to say my goodbyes