Like Most Others Of The Fear Of Death

Like most others of the fear of death I'm one who does know
But I hope it comes quickly not painful and slow
That the Reaper with his sharp scythe doesn't leave me to slowly die
I do fear such an end of that why should I lie
Like most I too would like to live for as long as I can
And die without pain in my sleep as a very old man
As one of the very old fellows of the old town
In life for me that would be sufficent renown
To an invisible God I'm one who does not pray
And of life after death can anyone truly say
And if many believe in a life hereafter that too suits me fine
Since what is their business can hardly be mine
A life after death as a mystery remain
I just want to live to be old and to die without pain.