Ciao Baby

I recall a certain dinner guest
who lingered on after all the rest

A guest we feared would never leave
Whose departure led none of us to grieve

With that in mind here’s my farewell
As I listen for my final bell

What will nature do with this old man
I suppose she’ll do the best she can

Atoms scattered far and wide
Carried by the cosmic tide

No worries about my grandkids’ futures
No bandages, splints, or painful sutures

Of my friends who’ve gone on before me
None said they were treated poorly

No worries cause their brows to furrow
No concerns about what goes tomorrow

They’ve slipped their tethers, flown the coop
Joined their families in the galactic soup

Although I don’t yearn to jump the final gun
I won’t feel cheated when my visit’s done

Note: Here I go dyin agin.
Winter or spring 24 I think Not bad.