I agree, the worst time to die is when one is alive. Certainly it must be hard to die when the joys of life are almost forgotten, but it can’t compare to dying suddenly.
Paraphrase from Shakespeare"s Julius Caesar"— A coward dies many times before his death; a brave man dies but once.
Or to quote Dylan Thomas’ “Do not go gently into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
About “Coffee”–my friend TAC would call the poem a set piece, a contrivance, far too polished to reach the raw, visceral heart of the topic. What do you think?