Assisted Poems - Poems about Assisted

Killl her?? She cannot find his keys? Worse, she has cannot remember me! The fool, forgot where the morning paper is. Crunch her up , get rid of her? Lke a pile of dead leaves? Let's kill these useless people as Hitler did. Let's not remember all the years, In which for us~their love and kindness, had an endless lid. We selfish so-called grown-ups,...

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M A I D in Canada Assisted death debate U K Sweden Switzerland initials ( S S ) ?? Its in sitiu.' Covid 19 Each offers!! A (solution flows) Ya'know? Same book, different pages.' ...

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A bundle of flesh Seeking to be more than 'me' We are or are not...

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Appointment to have organ removed by robot-assisted surgeon. Air-conditioned, no mosquitoes in the OR. When you arrive You'll remove all your clothes. Naked before the ladies, nurses Who have seen it all before. Mainly remember you're not unique. Think about the government while they're mixing up the medicine. There's always governance even if there's little or no government. Back to counting...

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Will it all- end in tears Quite a debate on this topic this week in England...

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Life is down to no-frills necessities in a room with the chest of drawers, double bed and television. The walker stands in the corner waiting to be used to get to the dining room, the social activity three times a day. The nurse's aide, with her lilting Haitian accent, comes around to check during the day: time for meds, channel change? a walk down...

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On the other side of morning in the deepest valley down, she flew skyward without warning in her faded wedding gown culminating all her ventures in a coup d'etat of flight as she scattered invitations to a wedding in the light. said the bride groom would be waiting on the stairs to heaven's door said she was anticipating seeing his dear face once more. so I waived and waved and wondered if...

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She smoothed the worn out roses on the apron in her lap lamplight mellowed roughened knuckles as she spread out her treasures Like Silas Marner,thumbing his golden coins Martha gently fingered every token of her life's journey Some she even kissed,tenderly,reverently,recalling some dear face,a memory,attached as surely as if it was etched,permanently ,on her heart. Martha smiled,whispered,and...

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