When My Time Comes

Unless it’s an accident
I’ll chose the day I go —
it will be planned in advance
or maybe spontaneous —
but it will be my decision
my method —
my endurance
having hit the stone wall
where my tolerance
for pain, painkillers or potions
finally runs out —
or maybe the hardness
of being human
will make me so soft
my head will agree with my heart
for once —
that I’m too fragile for this world
and I will find a way
to quietly gently cleanly
take my leave of it. 

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

2 thoughts on “When My Time Comes

  1. Please don’t be in too big a hurry. I like knowing you’re in my world. If not close enough to touch, at least close enough to feel.

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    1. I’m in no hurry.

      I wrote this after being called by mom’s hospice nurse telling us it could be any time in the next two weeks.

      I am certain I want more control over the end of my life than she has.

      I’m not going anywhere, but if my health falls off a cliff, I’d rather not dangle for a long time. I’d rather just let go.

      Thanks, Duane, for the care and concern. ❤💔❤

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