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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

Date: 3/12/2009 3:58:00 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

Date: 8/26/2008 1:14:00 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

Date: 8/25/2008 2:07:00 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

Date: 8/23/2008 6:24:00 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