In living and in death to come,
I want to smile at what I've done;
to see my star burn bright despite
what snuffs my final, living light

My family can grieve, of course -
without a hint of damned remorse!
I want their pride - not sympathy -
they must not dwell in purgatory

I want their eyes to gaze upon
the clouds and hear the angels' song
as I ascend and leave behind
what some look for but never find

No regrets - no, not a one;
I will not have my work undone



For when you've seen the last of days,

think this one thought: