Weaker and weaker by the day,
My life is near to being taken away.
My body curling at all the edges,
We’re getting closer to using sledges.
I’m lucky I’m near the very last,
I get a bit longer to think about my past:
The weather, the seasons, the sights we’ve seen,
It makes me think it could all be a dream.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,
than back in the summer, all happy and glee.
But I know my time is yet to come
I’m already feeling a little bit numb.
And there I go, falling to the floor
Every part of me feeling less sore.
And finally I land, so gracefully,
I’m as happy as a leaf could ever be.