It’s nearing time to go…

When this illness finishes playing,
and it’s nearing time to go,
please send me off with dignity
not in Cancers throes.
When I hear angels singing
I pray my minds intact.
Don’t bundle me in diapers,
dose me with morphine,
please send me off to Heaven
before my bodies wracked.

Poem copyright protected, and the property of Victoria Feathers, and not to be used without permission.

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s