You Are DyingBefore my eyes you fade Your bathroom floor, sticky from past urine a stench Shit stains your sheets and underpants Diaper worn You forget (as do I) How could someone So giving So loving So marvelous End in such sorrow and waste? Would it be wrong to assist a man who wishes to die? Would it be wrong to hand you a revolver- your lasting wish? © 2006 David Greg Harth 06.05.07.16:35:00@2550WebbBronx |
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