Wayne's Final Hour, A Life's Last Choice

In San Diego's sun, a house so fair,
Lived Wayne Hawkins, with Stella, his loving care.
Eighty years old, with a heart so true,
He'd chosen to die, with a decision anew.

His family gathered, Emily and Ashley too,
With Dr Moore, a doctor, who'd seen it through.
The lethal meds, a mixture so fine,
Guaranteed to end life, in a short, sweet time.

Wayne's story's one, of a life so grand,
A landscape architect, with a loving hand.
He'd met Stella, in sixty-nine's year,
And married her, with love that would last and persevere.

But now he's terminally ill, with heart failure's might,
Pain and suffering, his daily plight.
He's chosen to die, with a decision so bold,
No more pain, no more suffering, he's been told.

His family supports him, with love and with care,
Stella by his side, with a love that's rare.
The mockingbird sings, a melancholy song,
As Wayne takes the meds, and says, "Goodnight, I'm gone."