For Ivy, wherever I may find her
Sitting in my wheelchair aching
Got my left side gone my mind mistaking
Sun shines through the window:
My son comes through the door
He sits down next to me
Looks around impatiently
A lull ensues:
The silence roars
It’s clear that he can’t take it
For he does his best to break it
Asking cheerily
How’s your day been?
And I look up
Through my dying eye
See my fellow passengers nearby
All wheelchair-bound, dribbling and plain potty
And with all the strength that I can muster
Through the half my mouth that works I mutter
Great thanks; I won the skipping race this morning.
For I know that the next room I’m in
Will be the one they nail me in
An end to pain an end to sin
No more morphine no more gin
But even as the darkness falls
I feel my spirit soar