Death With Dignity Please - Poem by James Bredin
If I die and I will and I don't know where or when or why,
And I can't do anything about it as I wait to say goodbye,
But it would be nice to arrange the whole dying affair,
Have death with dignity, even though religious groups don't dare.
I suppose I'm lucky, not to know when, where or why I'll die,
And you are too so maybe we should get ready to say goodbye,
You and I and us in the photographs will soon be long gone,
We can't plan for our untimely deaths because they say, it's wrong.
But the Swiss and those in Oregon have death with dignity,
While in Canada; it is viewed as a forbidden disability,
I know; I know; it's probably a sin to plan your death,
But why suffer for years in pain and disease waiting for your last breath?
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