A Big Black Hole... May 9th,2013 Poem by James Bredin

I have very few colleagues and companions who are still alive,
This is what happens when you are older than seventy five,
And of course, I am concerned about when and where and how I will die,
Because it can’t be arranged and politicians wont say why.

We are not allowed binding referendums or this could be solved,
Add to that; our party politicians don’t want to be involved,
We have no other alternative but to obey and quietly die,
And if you ask them; they wont even look you in the eye.

Because death-with-dignity in Canada is a no no,
You can go to Switzerland and arrange it but it cost a lot of dough
It’s as though some strange religious cult has complete control,
And we the disobedient are headed down a big black hole.