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I came to your bedside today. I stood there with no words to say. I held your hand like you did mine as a child. I remembered the talk we once had about me being wild.
When I'm lain motionless. And the darkness is near. Will family surround me. Will anybody be there. Will my deathbed be a single. In a one bedroom home. Will I go with a whimper. In a cold room alone.
And so he lays there on his death bed, feeling liberated after his long, long uphill struggle. He is finally at peace with his path.
The house was quiet, the light through the windows still bright with afternoon sun. Vickie came in the front door feeling frazzled.
I fear my kin. My time has come. My songs been sang. My death knell rung. My flame that flickers. Shall soon burn out. My sands of time. Have trickled down. My heart no longer. Beats so fierce.
Just one last kiss One last warm embrace Let me memorise Your sweet face Letters are written I've organised and read They gave me six months Before this disease spread I've been blessed I've had...
Will you take care of me when I'm old. Stay true to the vows you made when given the band of gold. Will you push me around if i'm in a wheelchair.
You have a choice to make. Right now. Live or die. But NOT for yourself, for another life. Perhaps a person, perhaps an animal. It is still life. You must make this decision, and you alone.
As a nurse, working on a night shift in a nursing home can be pretty emotional. I got called by one old gentleman at 4 am in the morning just to find out he was sobbing in tears.
Eyes sunken in grey crêpe skin Begging for mercy from deep within. Beeps and bumps and flashing care; It's only morphine, nobody's there.
#household It wasn't really beautiful, It was just a normal day, But I suppose it was, Because I met you that way, A smile is how it started, In stolen, hidden glance, That's when you saw me, And...
Caroline held fast to the railings and looked out to sea. The ocean was a roar of emotion today, anger and jealously; it pounded at the headland and smashed itself to white foaming vapour.
I lie here and rest, Tired on my bed, Surrounded by family, In my heart and my head. I have grown so old, And my time has come, So here alone I wait, To the sound of the drum.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
That must be the smell they talk about, Death, It sits like a veil across a darkened room, A bible, A beacon of light, Death sits in the corner, Waiting with it's prize, To be whisked away, To a...
It's such a hard thing to grasp, The knowledge that you will not last, Some hidden illness inside you, Giving you that greenish hue, I wonder why in sadness, And put it all down to madness, People...
My body's giving signs. That it might like to stop. That's a crying shame. Don't feel fit to drop. Starting to feel pain. A wasted life's excess. Try so hard to win. Without much success.
As a little note to my friends and family.
Bury me under a willow A weeping willow tree There'll be no need to grieve my love, The tree will cry for me Just give a thought to the good times we had in days gone by, fill your mind with happy...
I arrive at your house at the front door. After all, it is only polite, To give you some time and some warning. I want to start this off right.