Your Haunting death
Like your life
Still leave them cold
They search for reasons
Answers that defy questions
Remember what you told me
Wrong body, wrong time
But not to worry
Get it right next time
So I tell them
Wrong body, wrong time
They can’t define
You were on such a high that night
We laughed until dawn
The final toast
As you lay upon
That haunting smile goodbye
Before you died
One more for the road
Keepsake to the good times
One glass left behind
See you next time my friend
New body, right time.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 20th, 2026 05:29
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Comments1
Has always got my vote. At age 19 I wrote a school essay on the subject, and while today my debate could possibly be better expressed, my views on Dying With Dignity, as it is more popularly known now have not changed one whit.
Your piece adds to the argument with more depth and does it admirably, Paul
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