Waiting To Die Poem by Dr John Celes

Alone upon a swing she sits,
Amidst the clouds of sky;
Above the earth, she stays so high,
Wondering to live or die.

Her swing has ceased its movements now;
Her anguished heart is still;
She pined all life for care and love,
And now seems very ill.

The swings near-by have stopped as well;
All jumped and fell to death;
Her sorrow goads her down to hell,
Why did she have her birth?

She longed to have a pleasant life
But things brought her to gloom;
She lacked the heart to face her strife,
That brought her to life’s doom!