How I Wish to End

I confess I am glad to have lived,
have sometimes loved well;

have fought and hindered and cursed,
ask forgiveness, sung;

given in to anger and yearnings,
have wished to kill.

most of that emotion is gone
except at night when I wake and remember.

Now without close friends,
I choose to sit close by the fire,

those faint few coals
I blow on to produce some color.

My last desire?

To be resolute to the end
and, in peace, let go;
to ebb with flow,
to relax, as it were, after coming
and in coming,
go.