With Doctor Help Poem by Francis Duggan

With Doctor Help



With doctor help for a few years longer you may well survive
Prescribed pills from the pharmacist may well keep you alive
But death on your life will have the final say
For you too there will be a last night and day

Last week the town's wealthiest person from life passed away
For years with the help of doctors she kept death at bay
Until eventually the drugs that kept her alive death did overpower
And she wilted overnight like a frostbit flower

True enough she was past her physical prime
And her money did buy herafew years of time
But eventually she lost her battle with death
When it deprived her body of life's precious breath

The praises of money so many may sing
And though money is quite important it is not everything
Last week the town's wealthiest person not equal to the poorest today
Where the local dead are her last remains now lay.

Sunday, September 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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