It's a bit of hard one wisdom from the late poet France Right Assuming this is the last day of my life Which might mean it is almost the first I'm struck blind but my blindness sees bright Prepare for what's known here as Death Have no fear of that strange word forever Even I can see there is nothing there Nothing there to be afraid of Having already been through forever I'm unable to recall anything that scared me there or hurts That's Jim Watson What frightens me Apparently and hurt was been burn But I got over that with no hard feelings Dying, I am aging It will be the same deal Long summer maybe But surely no more shocking or prolonged It's dark as I recall, then bright so bright It's dark as I recall, then bright so bright Jim Watson