A Nice Bottle Of Chianti Poem by fanniesson -

She was sent home to die plain & simple.
Paperwork needed and her insurance
didn’t warrant keeping her comfortable
in a hospital bed medicated
and as pain free
as possible.

Seems God or the powers that be
tend to show no mercy at the end, especially
if you become one of those that stretches it,
hangs in there.

So do yourself a favor from now.

Start skimming a pain pill here and there
storing them someplace safe for that last
goodbye cocktail you might choose
to administer on yourself.
With a nice bottle of Chianti.