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A Fate Worse than Death
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A Fate Worse than Death |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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There are far worse things than death, you know? Though many won't believe it. For death is just a palliative- To those who will receive it. I know a man, just thirty-five- Yet helpless as a babe- He's been that way the last ten years, Once cattle were his trade. One Sunday morning, working cows- One turned and broke away- As he pursued his pony fell- There's not much else to say. He cannot eat, he cannot speak- he cannot hold his wife. His mind is there, his body dead- would you call that a life? He cannot say, "I love you", Nor hold her in his arms- Nor comfort her in hard times- Nor tell her of her charms. Another cowboy friend and I Drop in from time to time- To sing old songs, re-ride old broncs And try to soothe his mind. I see the man he used to be- A captive there inside- And more than once when leaving, I've stopped awhile and cried. So if the time should ever come- I'm called upon to choose- Disablement, or death, my friend- Disablement will lose. |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You speak a hard truth. My husband feels the same. ~L |
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Inspired-8 Member
since 2008-04-14
Posts 311Pluto |
Poignant write hits home- my Dad and Brother-In-Law both were in Hospice before they past.They couldn't eat, bath, go to the bathroom its very sad to see anyone in that state especially loved ones. I'm sure your friend appreciates your visits. Peace Victor |
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