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Robin's Eggs
The nest upon my window sill
Has robin’s eggs, unhatched
This curse'd cancer rages still
I’ve fought it ‘till the last
The fucking food was tasteless crap
Until this weekend came
That’s how I know they’ve called it quits
And “hospice” is it’s name
I hold my family no ill will
‘Cause they’re as tired as me
But I regret they’ll get the bill
Long after I’m set free
I guess it's time that I give in
And push this little button
It must be morphine, makes me grin
First time since I was shut-in
I hear the little chicks hatch out—
My family’s not arrived
But I’m too tired to mill about
Those chicks can say “goodbye”
Has robin’s eggs, unhatched
This curse'd cancer rages still
I’ve fought it ‘till the last
The fucking food was tasteless crap
Until this weekend came
That’s how I know they’ve called it quits
And “hospice” is it’s name
I hold my family no ill will
‘Cause they’re as tired as me
But I regret they’ll get the bill
Long after I’m set free
I guess it's time that I give in
And push this little button
It must be morphine, makes me grin
First time since I was shut-in
I hear the little chicks hatch out—
My family’s not arrived
But I’m too tired to mill about
Those chicks can say “goodbye”
Published 6th Jul 2020
| Edited 10th Mar 2023
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7th Jul 2020 2:32pm
8th Jul 2020 8:49pm
Oh Sir Reggie, excellent rhyme scheme and message. It's such a tough topic to write about knowing that the end is not too far and accepting it as it's interpreted through the observation of birds who will also fly free.
Hope everything is OK.
Hope everything is OK.
8th Jul 2020 10:25pm
12th Jul 2020 6:06am
