A Prayer with a Twist

See if you can catch my brand of humour:

Let me die early,
Let me die young,
Let me take leave,
And not be taken leave.

Let me see not,
The fall after the peak,
The dissolution after the resolution,
The separation after the reunion.

Let me not taste if taste be the last,
Let me not pursue if pursuit be lost,
Let me not feel if feeling fade,
And not gain if gain turn to loss.

Let me keep.

Keep my head,
Keep my tongue,
Keep my keep,
But never, ever, let me...

Keep fit.