An actor dies upon the stage
Collapsing to the softwood floor
His last thought of the line he missed
That Dickens wrote so long before
A surfer dies out in the waves
Succumbing to a white shark's jaws
His last thought jarringly why me
That finds grim truth in Murphy's Laws
There are so many ways to go
Departing to a place unknown
The last lighthouse on somber shores
That makes death ours and ours alone