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.
