Films and Tv, They often lie,
As most of us are alone when we die,
There is no last-minute saviour
From a long lost love.
Just the blue flashing lights
Of the ambulance truck.
We slouch in our chairs,
Bottle in hand,
Losing control of our
limbs and our hands,
I know that I,
Will die alone,
With nothing to show,
And no-one to hold.
No last-minute saviour,
No heroic recovery,
Just A dead body in a chair,
And the medics who discover me.