When bones are white of your frame has drawn to it's reedy most rating elements when your life has become white skin the trap dull of a corale & your bones so brittle they tab to dust when you tendons & muscles has become so taut so fibrous they're the stiff gunwales of the boat of your body, then it will be time for you to float to the next world & I who comfort you whenever you heeled so I catch you stand away from the water & let you go.