What would you do?

When your hair would grey

And memory fade 

When your smug face

Would wilt away

When your ivory tower 

Would start to chip

When loneliness would

Stealthily creep

When days would stink

And seasons go dry

When your grieving heart

Would need to cry

A friend is what 

You would have to try 

But would you still choose

To choke but not sigh?

What. On. Earth. Would. You. Do?

When your time would bid goodbye to you.....?