Living Too Long

you know you’re gonna die  
why then  
do you bitch and moan  
doctor’s pills, needles, x-rays, etc.  
can maybe prolong it  
into your senility of old age  
where you're quite alone  
in that other world  
that world you left  
you mind is a jumble  
can’t think straight  
they have you in this place  
people paid (very little)  
to watch over you  
change out your Depends  
sometimes  
wish you could return  
to that day  
when death came to call  
but the doctors  
with their smart pills,  
putting the brakes on death  
and now you sit there in your own waste  
nobody notices you  
no one cares  
what would you give  
to go back when death called  
you would welcome it with open arms  
but not to be  
but not to be  
 
©May 6, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton