Sunday, September 13, 2009

The Final Countdown

Tired flesh sagging on aged bones.

A frightened face confused and worn.


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.”

I reply,

“You have to eat!”


The medical bills have all been paid.

There is no cure, you feel betrayed.


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.

I reply,

“You have to eat!”


No more drugs, no more hope.

No one tells you how to cope.


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.”

I reply,

“You have to eat!”


You make plans for when you’re stronger.

I ask the doctor “How much longer?”


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.”

I reply,

“You have to eat!”


You’re still hoping for a future.

I pray you won’t have to suffer.


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.”

I reply,

“You have to eat!”


I wonder if when you die.

I’ll have the strength left to cry.


The patient speaks,

“I feel so weak.”

I reply,

“You have to eat!”




I apologise to my friends for my apparent lack of interest.

Life and imminent death are keeping me busy.