Strange Fascination

I have come to the end,
Now do I bend the rules,
And watch fools gather.
Old dear friend,
Look at their faces,
Eyes dry,
No crying here,
But I must die.
Not pursued by a bear.
Exit stage left.
Something more prosaic,
But the mosaic,
Of life,
Fascinates me.
Just grant me a wish,
One last kiss,
Then I disappear
Forever.

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