When I die
I want to fall into my bed exhausted
covered in scars
stories buzzing in my head
of memories and inside jokes
from a lifetime of misadventure-
my broken bones barely healed
my skin weathered and hair matted
a body running on fumes
and I wan to lie there
in a room full of grandchildren
minds alive with curiosity
for a world begging to be explored
with a beautiful wife
with soft hands in mine
who will look at me
and smile
because she knows me best
and as I go
she will squeeze my hand
stories sparkling in my eyes
as I leave
on one last adventure
-Atticus
