Winter is the best time to die
Who wants to go when the children scream on the beach
and the sun is high in the sky
who in their right mind wishes to take their leave
when there is happiness and laughter
and picnics and sand
but perhaps you are not in your 'right' mind
whatever that is.
Can any of us be in our right minds living like this?
No winter is the time to go with a hard frost
and dark nights
and sullen gloom
All the people with Seasonal Affective Disorder
can attend your funeral with your permission of course
but you will not be there
your soul, your essence will be elsewhere
I don't like the idea of cremation or burial
in case you are not dead.
What if the GP and Health Visitor were wrong?
What if you wake up as the coffin enters the flames?
Bummer eh?
But you've wanted to be gone a while now haven't you?
Saying that life is for the young
and that you are taking up valuable space.
You were the one who looked after the dying
and witnessed death at the birth of the NHS.
Hang on a bit please,
just wait until winter
when Santa can take away your body
or the shoppers can step over you in the January Sales.
I know that it's going to happen.
It's bollocks to say that you don't fear death.
It's the culmination of an unfulfilled life.
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