There’s no Captain Kirk stuff here, sorry. No fiction at all, in fact, let alone science fiction. A dose of reality instead. I just used the Star Trek reference to attract a new audience. I doubt that it will work.
Below is what sprang from a ‘death ballad’ written by Kate. Creepy, eh? The inspiration originates with d’verse, but since they asked for a ballad this doesn’t really qualify. Kate’s contribution is a sort of tribute to her mother with whom I had a sort of …. never mind … so – its a bit sad, really, but at the same time sort of hopeful.
Recent medical experiences have given rise to me contemplating my own approaching final frontier (I’ve been going on about it for years, though, as everybody knows. Nothing to worry about) and so here are a few thoughts.
There ain’t no guarantee about the thing that’s coming next
But I think I’ve got a pretty fair idea
There ain’t no nothing special at the ending of the text
So there ain’t no nothing frightening to fear
There won’t be any answer when my maker makes a call
There’ll be no parting messages from me
I won’t be getting judgement when the curtain starts to fall
No applause. ‘Cause it’s just me. Ceasing to be
Thanks for being with me on this roller coaster ride
It’s been special for me holding dear your hand
It would have been so clear if you had casted me aside
But I’m glad you chose instead to understand
I don’t know if you recognised the turning of the tide
But when I’m gone, I don’t suppose you’ll really care
But please don’t come a looking for me on the other side
‘Cause I can guarantee to you I won’t be there
I tried to make it cheerful. The sort of thing you might sing along with friends after a few drinks.
That would be nice.