Euthanasia {poetry}

- Cemetery -

I wonder...
Where are they now?
If only I knew the answer,
Somehow...

I wish they could survive,
Yet I do understand,
That the pillars of life
Are anchored on quicksand.

For someday or some night,
Lights won't shine as bright,
And that's when you realize,
It's time to shut your eyes.

In the land - in the land
We'll be buried in the land;
Our bodies, legs, & hands,
6 feet buried in the land

But oh dear worry not!
Don't be afraid of death!
After all it's as natural,
As your very first breath

Oh dear come join us,
It's such a joyful bus!

After all, you cannot hide
From our one-way ticket ride,
And it's not for you to decide
But you'll be your own tour guide

And if you're reading this,
Oh dear it's such a bliss!

Your bus is yet to arrive,
At the final stop In this life,
And you're yet to have to bury,
Your memories at the cemetery...