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