by Donna Ashworth
WHEN THE TIME COMES
I pray that when I die
no one waxes lyrical
about the quality of my skin
for my age.
I pray that no one
compliments my corpse
on its great condition.
I want everyone to remember
the way I showed my face to the sun
without care for lines
and how I used my body out,
every minute of every day
in the most beautiful
and fun-filled ways.
I am not here to preserve
I'm here to live.
And my body will tell that story well
when the time comes.
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