In this wrestling bout
I may or may not win,
But soon shall lose ground;
Age, at 64, will not go back!
And pain brings me down,
I am bed-ridden now sometimes,
But soon permanently:
I would then be willing to quit,
To say goodbye to life?
To get ready to go is not enough;
I wanted to get used to pain,
But when pain chose to visit
Through sinus or sciatic nerve,
It was too much to bear.
I am, I imagine, ready for death,
Not to face pain and be helpless -
Silently, if not with serenity.
D T Joseph
19.09.2009
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