IF I REALLY HAVE TO GO

 

If I really have to go, as they say that I must

Into the keeping of God, my soul I’ll trust

If I really have to go, I won’t mind so much

Accompanied by angels, God’s hand I’ll touch

It’s not the going so much, as the manner I mind

If blessed with faith, you’re to the end resigned

It would be hard to bear, cut down by a stroke

Unable to move, paralyzed with my body broke

Facing living death consumed by cancer’s hand

Slow death seeping from every pore and gland

The brain slowly degenerating with Parkinson’s

Or the nervous system lost to Huntington’s

The grains of sand run through the hourglass

Wracked with pain and agony before you pass

Better for all when hearing the reaper creep

To close your eyes and pass within your sleep