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