He came in crying, “Doctor, I’m dying!”
Then he said, “Doctor, I’m dead.”
All night and all day
He goes on this way
While I lay beside him
And quietly pray:
“Please, God, send someone to assure him
And while you’re around, remind me
The final reward we’re both headed toward
Is bound to be peaceful and joyful and free…
Free of the dread of being in beds…
Free once we’re dead and out of our heads.
It won’t be so lonely and it’s not the only
Time we’ve crossed over from here
Please help him let go and let us both know
There really is nothing to fear.”
It’s gone on a week, yet I hear him speak!
Now calling, “Ma-ma! Help me!”
In more muffled tones he suffers and moans.
While I lie and wonder which loved-ones I’ll see.
So why do I pay to be far away
From here, where I stay, lay and pray?
I’ll answer in words I just overheard,
“Please help me, I’m dying.” Okay?
March 26, 2011 David Brunoehler