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Life's journey near its end. But how and where and when? The planets can't portend: it could be now or then.
If now, I'm not dismayed. I'm not afraid to die. My debts will all be paid, but sadlyno goodbye.
Pain holds for me no fears: In morphine's pledge I trust. So, loved onesshed no tears as I return to dust.
If sound of mind I am, with limbs confined to cot, all life support I can request witheldor not.
The only death I dread: a corpse with living heart by spoon or tube now fed; from life too loath to part.
My wishes I declare if thus it is I'm fated: Withhold forced food and air. Witnessed.... signed.... and dated....