i have no problem with death
it's the illness i can't stand
the teetering back and forth
the waiting and watching
perhaps if there was no watching
still how can there not be
this is why we send our old away
will wait it out but we will not watch
will hire out the very pain
and come on holidays
few come on holidays
i have sat and waited and held his hand
my brothers far away
and i will do it
again
it has to be done. and i will not not be part of the end
