let them decide

who wants to die,

really?

maybe the sick, the aged

in pain,

those whose

minds have left them,

but even they

are reluctant to part

with life.

the heartbroken toy with

the idea,

but few leap.

the instinct to go on

and prevail

is overwhelming.

it's better left at the hands

of another,

or disease,

or the heart finally

giving in

to one last beat.

let them decide, not you,

not me.