By this way I'd like to die
If you must know
I would like to go when the stars are visible
and the fowls gone to roost
playing a tone along the nightingale
with a shaky voice

I would like to go when I'm due
and my death can't be felt
when I'm worn out
hobbling on both legs
posing like a golfer
with a sinking neck
weary in body and mind
with my sight dim to sunlight
and my cheeks sag to the extreme
seeing my death coming
yet embracing it in a cold of happiness
leaving behind dried eyes
with inner tears of joy.

hmmm, dat is a nice one