At Twenty-Eight

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray the Lord my soul to keep,

If I should die before I wake,

I pray the Lord my soul to take.

For here I am at twenty-eight,

I lived a life, long and great.

For at this age I will meet my fate,

My body won’t age or deteriorate.

I made this decision while very young,

Seeking a life not long but full of fun.

Despite never having found the one.

For had I started a family before I die,

You wouldn’t see me now where I lie.

Now after this you may question “Why?”

For in a short life, ambition runs high.

And in the future, you’ll remember me as I am now,

Not some washed-up, faded, starlet cow.

My body perfect, never flawed.

Your expressions surprised and in awe.

There’ll be no future pain,

Just a memory and my name.

When I was sixteen, I often joked that my ideal age to die would be twenty-eight (no not 27 mind you). As to whether or not I'll feel that way when I turn twenty-eight, well, that remains to be seen.