My Swan Song
I'm alive, but am I living ?
Really, am I truly living ?
I go through the motions,
Seemingly life consistent.
Food easily downed, trouble
With those darn lazy innards.
Mobility necessary though stymied ;
Walker now, wheelchair, in my future?
How in the world do I cope ?
Desperately, I long for the off switch.
Sleeping more, rested less,
Nothing constant but pills.
My life, is it in order for its passing ?
I always controlled, now dependent.
Discomfort and pain with disability
Dissolves any sense of normality.
Yes, I am ready to meet the grim reaper !
Is a dead death any worse than living one ?
Ronald C. Downie