When Will I Die?

In a step, a year, a lifetime?
When I pass, will it be something I chose
Or will I be at peace with my fate?
When I come to the end of the road,
Will I have wrinkles?
Will my children miss me?

Death sits in the seat next to me,
We are the perfect couple.

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