Today I met with the people from Hospice on advice of my doctor. I live alone and will probably require their facility shortly as I further deteriorate
Hospice
They are young and charming
Pleasant and caring
A procession of Practitioners
To aid in my dying
They bring the treasure
Of comforting drugs
Not to cure but to calm
As death takes its hold
They offer a place
Of rest and care
A room and attendants
All wishes fulfilled
The promise of MAID
Should I choose that course
The promise of coma
Should I choose God’s time
Breathing is difficult
The cough increasing
Fatigue is a constant
Energy a memory
The lure of these offers
Is tangibly strong
Yet my choice remains firm
To stay conscious... aware
I believe that dying is part of life
To drug it away is to miss the point
Aware till the last incredible second
Serves me well the end of one great adventure
The pain and struggle of wrenching body from soul
I must fully sense as a pathway to rest
The yin to the yang of a life lived full
Of sunset's rhapsodies and maelstrom's terrors
I will die in the knowledge of God’s own time
Conscious of my family and friends
My last breath a smile
A new adventure begins
Poetry by josephus
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Written on 2023-12-07 at 16:36
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