Not Dead Yet Poem by Phil Soar

You blink, and life has passed you by,
In the twinkling of an eye,
You're sitting in a comfy seat,
Thinking that your life's complete,
You sleep whatever time it is,
You stay there when you want a piss,
And every day seems like the rest,
And all you feel is second best,
The carer comes at break of dawn,
She makes you feel you've just been born,
She cleans you up, and helps you rise,
And wipes your arse, and soothes your eyes,
Then she leaves you sitting there,
Fast asleep in your comfy chair,
Until it's time to go to bed,
You blink, and wish that you were dead.