Can'T Change... St Patrick's Day 2014 - Poem by James Bredin
Fortunately or unfortunately, I’m getting very old,
Kids grow up and move away and this winter is very cold,
I will eventually die though I don’t know when or where or why,
So now is as good a time as any to just say goodbye.
Our Supreme Court says I can’t have medically assisted death,
Our pompous politicians have not come up with an answer yet,
Our appointees stay in the Red Senate until they are seventy five,
By then, you and I will probably be dead but they’ll be alive.
Why is it so difficult for our Ottawa politicians?
Medically assisted death or citizen propositions?
Because we’re not allowed propositions, referendums or recall,
Just keep your mouth shut, pretend it’s great and you’re having a ball.
ST PATRICK’S DAY 2014
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