DEATH Poem: MY LIFE, by Howard Osborne

If my life is actually mine, can I control it
Or final responsibility for me to be shared
Subject to other people’s wills and whims
It is especially true as that final light dims
As I and those closest to me are prepared
If a candle splutters out, should it be re-lit

To keep good health is ever our intention
We all believed some rights were our own
And non negotiable, that we must protect
Just as life, always treated with due respect
Yet there are cases where a doubt is sown
Involving a legal and medical intervention

But there are so many social repercussions
Families suffering as well as the one dying
That desire for a fully agreed, timely end
Without a negative headline it might send
And none should be castigated for trying
Meanwhile, more pain during discussions

Surely, there needs to be some oversight
But that is never the same as the final say
With a minor risk of a premature decision
Why let the uninvolved make it a mission
But they will not be there on the final day
To witness that peaceful dying of the light

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