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June 15, 2007 by Shirley Allard
He follows me
like a lost child
alone in the world
in need of a friend
Sometimes his eyes
reveal the man
sick and dying
but a man nonetheless
He tells me
he won’t be here
much longer
All those years
of indulgence
have finally
caught up with him
although it doesn’t show
on the outside
He wanders alone
in a sterile environment
and he dies
a little more each day
he looks for me often
For the first time
I know
he thinks he has found
a reason to live
My heart aches for him
because I know
I am only there
to help him die with dignity
If there is such a thing.


beautiful write Shirl. I often wonder though which is tougher, to die with dignity or to live with it…
Well, I don’t know the answer to that one. I think a lot more people are willing to help us die with it than to live with it though.
Thanks, Oz
I found this very touching…. It reminded me of my father who passed away - and all the help we had from Hospice care. He died with as much dignity as possible… but, death is an indignant thing, isn’t it?
~smj
Hi Sam, I work with people like your dad every day. It’s not easy for them or for us. Sometimes I just sit and read poetry to them. I am actually working on a collection of poems that I feel are comforting and inspiring in a person’s last days. Thank you for commenting.
–Shirley