Aren’t you appreciative that the state of Virginia so generously gives us wonderful poetry? You’ve read Bette Hileman’s work here before, most recently Forgetting. Today she takes on a subject we all ponder, and from a perspective we can all relate to. She points out the inadequacies of human understanding and makes us laugh at our own limitations. This is a good thing.
Death Too Early or Too Late
By Bette Hileman
The trouble with death is
It comes at the wrong time.
If a friend dies with all his faculties
And in apparent good health,
We say, “It’s a tragedy.
He had many good years ahead of him.”
If a friend dies in poor health
And for years hasn’t been able
To walk, or read, or remember anything,
We say, “It’s too bad
She had to suffer.
I don’t want to live that long.”
Very well put, Bette!
Sad, but true.
Too true! well put 🙂
True poem. Great poem. One of those things where dam if you do, dam if you dont! Love it.
Does klonopin have an opioid component.
Klonopin.