A Happy Ending

A Happy Ending

Walking the path of a fortunate man,

Who wouldn’t wish for a happy ending,

By the chequered flag at the end of one’s span?

Who of us wants to feel scared, expending

Their last, prior ascending or descending?

What would be the point of a life well led,

If all that’s in-store is the mind-bending,

Nullifying, despair-inducing, dread

Finality of a sterile death-bed?

From what little I know of the effects

Of heroin; and always assuming

I’ll be in the care of opiate techs;

My imminent exit stage four looming;

I want to give chase, to the all consuming

Dragon, upon the surrender of air;

And if any loved ones are watching; glooming;

I want them to see a mask, free of care,

Exhaling smoke, with a smiley-face stare.