Elegy - Poem by Anne McDowell
Death has no breath
the last one lost
To powers unknown
this man I love, lying here
Has almost no life here left
With tubes and shots for life
Wouldn''t he rather die?
I''d been sure maybe he''d live.
But now I breathe one sigh of relief
This man I see, Is once again free.
We all must have our date with death
And in good time, I''ll have mine
Is living harder, I ask myself.
Can dying sometimes bring relief
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