Presumptuous Children Poem by Ima Ryma

I listen as my children tell
Me the way they think I should die.
Children do presume, meaning well,
That parents want them to supply
Death how to tips for old of age.
My children quote the poet who
Wrote I should go out in a rage.
I smile, what's a parent to do!
I let my children advise on.
I am too old and tired to fight.
I look forward to each new dawn,
And go gentle into each night.

I hear what my children do say,
But I will die in my own way.