No Shit

It Was in the Winter of My Fiftieth Year 
When It Hit Me 
I Was Really Alone 
And There Wasn't a Hell of a Lot of Time Left 
Every Laugh and Touch I Could Get 
Became More Important 
Strangely, I Became More Bookish 
And My Home and Study Meant More to Me 
As I Considered the Circumstances of My Death 
I Wanted to Find a Balance Between Joy and Dignity 
On My Way Out 
Above All, I Didn't Want to Take Any More Shit 
Not From Anybody