Euthanasia Laugh Laugh

Euthanasia. Laugh. Laugh. Euthanasia. Giggle. Giggle.
A wonderful subject for conversation in no circles.
And yet, here I am, laughing with my friend about it, at work.
“I think it hilarious that you think you have a daughter who 
would put you out of your misery,” she says.
She is doubled over with laughter about it.
I stare at her. 
She obviously did not hear me well. 
You misunderstood me, I reply.
We have two daughters, who would not hesitate to take us both out, if we were miserable enough.”
She says “you are a hoot.”
Hoot or not, I know one thing for sure.
The other daughter would keep us alive on machines if only one eye was still blinking.
So I will warn the other two not to let her in on the plan.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Wolf Avatar
May 9, 2019 at 10:55 PM
And then, of course, there are the youth in Asia... ~ gw
Krutsinger Avatar
May 10, 2019 at 3:30 AM
Oh, that is good. You have to make a poem out of that....
Cunningham Avatar
May 9, 2019 at 9:41 AM
Frightening thought that your kids might pull the plug lol
Krutsinger Avatar
May 9, 2019 at 11:50 AM
I am GRATEFUL not really believing in death, Tom.
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