Accident and Emergency
A & E
A queue of illness, lines the corridor.
And blocks the healthy escape route.
Saturated lines of these with not long to go.
Mingle with the hopeful and the full of woe.
I never want to join this line.
I’ll die in my sleep when comes my time.
I don’t want to linger in the queue of death.
I’ll go it alone until my last breath.
I do have compassion for those who linger?
Waiting for the Grim-Reaper’s finger.
And the pleasant sympathy of those who attend.
They will become, your carer and makeshift friend.
But I vow not to dally or delay
For when he points, I’ll be on my way.
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