One More Cup of Tea

Kill me if I forget you please.
Don't let me turn into something helpless.
As the days go on and I start to fade.
As the years grow long please don't be late.
Renounce time to get through it.
Throw all your clocks away.
The ticking hands are the enemy
That is to be kept at bay.
For I no longer embrace old age and
I fear senility is like the plague.
What has the future waiting for me?
I want my mind to remain active,
but pull the plug if I'm immobile.
Life is fatal to those that live.
A disease that we all have, to give.
But I don't want to leave,
although my birth was my fatality,
I don't choose to agree.

Kill me if I don't recognize myself,
but please will you remember me.
I may be wrinkled, worn, incoherently confused,
but this is not who I should be.
I am young and new with hopes and fears
full of laughter and waiting tears.
When I'm gone, remember that.
Remember that I was alive and I never wanted to die.
I've had a bad day or two but I was usually just tired.
Tired of it all and ready to go.
No, I never meant it, forget when I said so.
This life can wear you down,
but as long as I was able,
I wanted to stick around.
Don't leave my body on a table
with only a toe tag to my name.
I know that death is final,
but please don't act as though I never came.

Kill me just before I die
so that I have someone to blame.
I don't want my last breath to sigh in surrender
as my defeated body goes lame.
I want just one more sunset,
one more cup of tea,
maybe read one more novel,
see everything I've not yet seen,
talk to everyone I know,
and everyone I haven't met,
revisit everything, and repeat the things I've already said.
I want just one more minute to breathe and be here now
so I can figure out just where my time was wasted,
because it's over too soon somehow.