The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Euthanasia and You
Euthanasia and You
When my turn comes to die, will I weep or will I cry?
What do you do or think when you’re just about to die?
And sooner or later we’ll o that things may not work out,
Your time will come though you’re religious and devout,
The doctors of course say they can control all pain,
And if you found they lied, where would you complain?
But you know as well as I, we’ll all get there in our own time,
You just hope you go gently and everything is fine.
And what if they tell you, you’ve only got six months to live?
You’ll be in great pain as well as apprehensive,
You’re doomed to be sad as you wait for that night,
Waiting and thinking about your final flight.
Should you think about euthanasia as a quick way out?
Make your own arrangements to finally checkout,
Call your friends around for that one final party,
Wave goodbye to everyone and behave quite hearty.
And down a bunch of pills and slowly go to sleep
Watch them as one or two of them break down and weep,
You could die with dignity if you only had the guts,
We shouldn’t even think of this; are we all going nuts?