You looked at me, asking without words: -Let me go with dignity. I lived my life, I traveled far, I loved, I cried, I soared up high, and fell down low. I watched my children grow. My time has come to say goodbye. Dear doctor I hope you understand. My hands are weak, my mind is slow, I need your help to be my voice. I looked at you and squeezed your hand tight: -I want to fix you! like a watch! Please take this bitter pill. A needle stick with medicine! It’s just a little prick. Oh! Let me check your vitals, awaken you from sleep. You need an intervention! It might help you with this disease ...of growing old and breaking down. I’ve searched through textbooks and pages in small print. I found this article! It says that with this thing, which hurts just a little bit, we could make you stay longer! with us ... in this hard bed... with aches and pains... right here!
Just let me listen to your heart once more! The murmur and S3 that beat so slow and want to stop. Your rales, your crackles and your last breaths. -Please just let me go. It’s hard for you to see me die, I know. But just sit close and hold my hand, I will help you understand. My shell is worn, my joints all creak, My lungs wheeze, my heart has clicks. My legs don’t walk and I am stuck. In bed... with aches... with pains... Tied-up by plastic tubes that feed me when I can’t. That breath for me, keeping this alive. This shell, this worn-out shell that housed my soul to roam around, I used it well, it’s torn I’m leaving it behind. You see, my time has come. I have to go. Goodbye.
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