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Jan 2020
I have heard the tautologies of the rich,
the shifty and the shallow
when told of their impending fate
in a medical review

I’ve seen them torturing themselves
over the unfairness of it all
as though it were a deal, to negotiate.
But The Reaper always calls

They don’t go gently into that dark night
but not like that drunken poet meant
many pass with a look that begs
One question, was that it?

It was
I am not a Dylan Thomas fan, I was a palliative care nurse though, these two things are not unconnected. Drunks bore me, never ore so than when they're being brave or deliberately controversial.
Written by
Trev Fisher  55/M/Bangkok
(55/M/Bangkok)   
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