Poetry: If Only You Knew

If only you knew
It would be that last
Time, I talk to you
I'm getting old and my


Death bed is calling
Fold the sheets
Fluff the pillows
Tuck me in nice and tight

I pray to God that I'll survive
Another night, skin cancer
Is trying to take my life
All that sun isn't fun

I have trouble standing up
So many tubes I'm attached to
I've been coughing up the flem
Short tempered nurses

Give me a hurting with
All their name calling
Just go now, I don't want
You to see me like this

Oh, and by the way
Can you change my bedpan
Because I have to take a sh*t