Kind of Death
This is no
Sweet “carried off by angels”
At the age of 90
Kind of death.
No
“go gently into that goodnight”
at the age of 70
Kind of death.
This is
A fight to the bitter end,
Struggling for breathe
Kind of death.
Young wife screaming in the corridor,
Mother’s tears washing my face,
No damn joking,
Cancer choking
Unfair death at 30
Kind of death.
poem by Sallie Howson
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