I always thought that when it came, I'd be ready for the end. By that time i'd be resigned and tame, Death would appear a welcome friend. But what if i still want to live, Still want to live and grow? What if i still have gifts to give, And i'm not yet ready to go? What if i'm too young still, Not old enough to die? What if i want to wait until I have experienced life before i say ...Goodbye...