Oh good God,
Don't let me live
with nothing left but memories
With eyes downcast
With a heart to weak to pump,
Arms too weak to feed
A mouth too weak to eat,
Lungs to weak to cough,
Imprisoned by hospital beds,
hospital rooms,
hospital chairs,
hospital food;
When relatives visit me
Only to give condolences
And tell sweet lies about when I get better
(even though I never will);
When everything around me
is sterile, white, cold;
When I stare death in the face
And he's not much more worn than I,
Then let me DIE--
In a peaceful instant--
please God, don't let me live
fading away
in an interminal
diminuindo,
When nothing's left but memories
And choking back the tears.