Dying at 42

I can't keep doing this anymore,
I'm tired of gasping for air.
I'm 42 and dying;
it just doesn't seem fair.

Things I wanted in my life,
and no longer in my reach.
Please lay me down to rest
upon the shores of the peaceful beach.

Life's too short to
be taken for granted.
Speak your mind,
don't keep it in your head.

Accomplish the goals
and dreams you've set.
Don't do as I and
say, "NOT YET."

It's now much
to late for me.
but you still have
the world to see.

I love you all very much.