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.