My Upcoming Death Mar 10th,2011 - Poem by James Bredin
I want to die on the fifth of July twenty forty two,
I’ll be a hundred and five by then so I’ll be just about due,
But this is death with dignity that is illegal here and now,
You can’t control the end of your life, so just stand up and take a bow.
But who knows, maybe by then, the death rules will have changed,
And maybe death with dignity can by then be arranged,
I’d like to take a pill or get a needle and lie down and die,
And as I’m doing it, slowly wave my family and friends goodbye.
It’s not like it’s just around the corner and any day soon,
And it’s not even on the next spring tide or phase of the moon,
Stick around and if things change, maybe you might do it too,
And on that fifth of July maybe we can talk and have a brew.
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