Foretelling
I see
the Beijing
Olympics,
a political
hot potato
I see
WWIII,
Iran
claiming Iraq
I see
the US
hamstrung
I see
the Arabian
Sea
drowning in
Arabic blood
I see
a US
recession
dragging
all behind it
I see
the European
Parliament
taking a
stronger hand
I see
Japan’s
industries dying
to the
sound of no petroleum
I see
my mother
and father,
both long
dead, crying
I see
a new me, a
new hope,
an old way
of changing times
I see
my children’s
future,
still
plenty of good
I see
the wars of
an errant world,
capitulation
a buzz word
I see
from my
window to the trees
life’s
mysteries still playing
I see
the news on
TV no more,
the sound
of the radio comforting
I see
that the
downhill slide
will happen
this year, 50!
I see
what a
momentous occasion that will be.
So many
times I could have joined my parents.
What has Dying Got to do with It?
I champion euthanasia,
the right
to choose,
the right
to die
in one’s
own time.
I see the
elderly marking time
and wonder,
“Do they think
about it?”
Yes, an
interesting thought.
Today, a
daughter was jailed
for helping
her cancer-ridden mother
move on
from this cruel planet,
her fate in
the hands of Justice.
But there
is no justice
in
suffering pain daily,
in being a
frail shade
of your former
self.
There is
not dignity
in letting
friends and family
worry about
when, not if.
No dignity
in dying publicly.
I fought
the urge to berate folks.
If they
don’t understand
they’ll
never be capable of knowing.
Yes, count
the elderly.
I have this
pact with God
should he
inflict cancer upon me;
I shall
have the right to shorten
the blow
that will affect most.
I champion euthanasia
because I
know there is a chance
I too will
get cancer. It runs
in a family
not capable of caring.
How Education Isn’t the Key to Life
I promised
my daughter
I’d do
something to make her proud.
She smiled,
Said, “Dad,
I’m already proud.”
I smiled
too and left it at that.
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