I don't want to be
Frail & confused.
Laying in a hospital bed,
Just waiting for it all to end,
Knowing there are greater things,
Waiting for me.
I just don't want to be,
Another elderly patient to
Poke & feed.
I don't want to be laying there
In my head,
Wishing for the end.
I don't want my
Loved ones to see me like that,
All small & broken.
Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
I don't want to be
Frail & confused.
Laying in a hospital bed,
Just waiting for it all to end,
Knowing there are greater things,
Waiting for me.
I just don't want to be,
Another elderly patient to
Poke & feed.
I don't want to be laying there
In my head,
Wishing for the end.
I don't want my
Loved ones to see me like that,
All small & broken.
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