Death: Biggest Truth Poem by KAUSHAL SABOO

Death: Biggest Truth



“This hospital room is a prison cell!
Why can’t I die in MY bed, take me home!
Sweetheart, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to yell,
But to sit here and wait? I’d rather roam! ”

“Let me gaze at the dusk! Enjoy a steak!
Watch a football game or drive to the Falls!
Death is a moron, he made a mistake!
And for just one more day, I’d beg and crawl.”

“Take care of yourself, Dear, don’t live for work,
Life’s too short, those ‘golden years’ are a lie,
Be kind to strangers, but ignore the jerks,
Take time to laugh, because the days will fly.”

“Where did I put my pen? No. Don’t bother,
My mind’s a muddle, the puzzle’s too hard,
This crossword book I’ll tuck in my covers,
Forget that checkerboard, that deck of cards.”

“I’m tired of this dumb game, ” he then said,
Carefully, I asked, “What game is that, Dad? ”
His look sent darts. “Don’t toy with the near dead!
I’ve fought a good fight, gave all that I had.”

I looked in his eyes, saw pride, love and fear,
“Dad, would you like to dance, right here and now?
I know in that gown, I might see your rear,
But keep it slow, and you don’t need to bow.”

“Chip off the block, ” he extolled, then guffawed,
“Help me up, Buttercup. This I can do.
Yes, I’m weak, but I can still shake a paw,
Of course, you nilly, I will dance with you.”

We moved together and he held me tight,
Slowly we shuffled, my father and me,
“Hey, ” I whispered, “don’t be scared of the night.
It’s just a doorway to eternity.”

He held me closer. “How’d you get so smart?
My daughter, my life, you do what you can,
I leave happy, for you have a good heart,
Just promise, you’ll remember your old man.”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dave Walker 18 January 2012

Great poem, really like it.

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