“Candle wax and waning death of age”
Let me die a man's death.
Yet hope again lives, waning death on golden wings.
Manfully, fearlessly, death tiptoes closer.
Yet fear seems a long time past.
Yet I am not lost.
I am not afraid.
Yet I feel strong.
Life is too swift for those whom fear to live.
Life is too short  for those whom live life to grieve.
But for those whom love life, live life, except life.
Your time is now.
Death is but only a timeless sleep.
Yet hope lives and I am not afraid.
By Oscar