When I Die... Sept 17th,2013 - Poem by James Bredin
I want to die when I’m very old, at least a hundred and seven,
And I don’t think I’ll be going to either hell or heaven,
Because I lost the faith in my religion a long time ago,
Because of the Vatican scandals and stuff I didn’t know.
I’ll be going to a Scarborough Pine Hills Cemetery grave,
Among the dead Greeks and Chinese who cannot wave,
I would like to arrange the date that I will eventually die,
Get my friends and family together and finally say goodbye.
We will surely have death-with-dignity made legal by then,
With the Supreme Court, appointees, politicians and Stephen,
Pauline in Quebec has almost made it law already,
If no one rocks the boat too much and everything goes steady.
SEPT 17TH 2013
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