Sooner Or Later We'Ll Be Dead - Poem by James Bredin
Sooner or later each one of us is obliged to die,
We may or may not have an opportunity to say, “Bye! ”
Because this is something that can’t be planned except in a few states,
Our politicians refuse to discuss these political debates.
You might think that for such a sure thing, it should all be well planned,
But our political leaders ensure we have our heads in the sand,
As we wait blindly for some horrible disease to kill us off,
In great pain, sorrow, disgust, disappointment and maybe cough.
If we lived in Switzerland, Holland or Oregon, we could plan,
To go out with dignity if you’re an old woman or old man,
I hope these words don’t haunt you sometime in your distant future,
As you lie there waiting to die or for your next suture.
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