What I look forward to

In a word

Death, death comes for us all. 

In the road that we all take be it long or short, death awaits us all.

 And eventually I will get there and I will meet my fate.

But I will not stop at my final destination as a pretty corpse.

I worked hard, partied hard, played hard, loved and loved back hard and if lucky die hard as well.

I will be there a shriveled, exhausted, weary, wrinkled, burned-out, old man yearning for death.

Because I loved everything that was in this world.

I dont think that I loved it first, im not a saint.

But I like to think that all the loving I did was a reciprocation of what I recieved.

So I look forward being a shriveled, exhausted, weary, wrinkled, burned-out, old man yearning for death.

Not because life is hard, but because life is a never ending party and the only rest is death.

I will get there a shriveled, exhausted, weary, wrinkled, burned-out, old man yearning for death.

Not because I hated living, but because I lived a life well spent.