Kevin Mcallion Poet Verse

The Hospital Bed

They gather round the hospital bed
United in a communal dread
Brothers, sisters, daughters and sons
Here to see the departing one

For there's no way back,
The doctors relate
And the poor old boy
Will soon meet his fate

A life cut short
By the demon drink
So into the ground
His body will sink

He didn't want it to end like this
A pale shadow of his former self
And faintly reeking of piss

But that's the way 
It's sadly to be
At least his soul
Will soon be free

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Raul Moreno March 12, 2009 at 3:58 AM Powerful poem Kevin, every great poet is first an amateur. Your writing will develop with time. Life is uncertain but death is sure, I write funeral poems and have a book published catered to them. I look forward to reading more of your work, great job...Raul

Deneen White August 26, 2008 at 1:14 PM sometimes poeple don't value the life that they have, and as you know it is an addiction, at least the family will not have to worry anymore, take care D-nyce

Michael Jordan August 25, 2008 at 2:07 AM It is sad how many lives are destroyed in this way - death is always hard to deal with for those left behind - as you said he is finally free - God Bless

Sharon Winter August 23, 2008 at 6:24 AM So sorry for your loss. Something I have tried to do is remember my loved ones how they lived, not how they died. It is often difficult because dying and death is such a traumatic experience. Yes, free now, as your last verse states. Love, Shar