Don't live too long if you can possibly avoid it, otherwise you may be subject to "damaged fate", like this poor fellow (and all those he came in contact with as well).


Damaged Fate

He never rests, he never sleeps
He’s constantly in motion,
His good wife stands beside his bed
Enraptured with devotion,
Upon his face, a frightened look
I think he’s scared of dying,
His wife displays a happy smile
But when she’s home, she’s crying.

He didn’t always look this bad
He used to be a farmer,
His wife would give a little smile
And say he was a charmer,
His kids would swear he never raised
His voice or hand in wrath,
He walked the road of honesty
And never left the path.

But somewhere in the course
Of his catastrophic illness,
A personality synapse
Came unraveled in the stillness,
Now he fights the very people
He depends on for his needs,
Did he spend his prior lifetime
Saving up his evil deeds?

Who knows, it hardly matters
He is chaos incarnate,
His nurses stop and wonder
About their damaged fate,
The family comes reluctantly
Embarrassed for their father,
And as the days and weeks wear on
They begin to think, “Why bother?”

I’m sure you think it’s just another
Case of burned-out nurses,
Who found themselves, some poor old chap
To work out all their curses,
But he pulls out his invasive lines
And soils all the linen,
They treat him with undue respect
But he’s malevolent and grinnin’.

The family wants a full Code Blue
Their guilt is his domain,
He’s devious and still intact
And wants to share his pain,
It hardly matters in the end
His illness has him beat,
He’s a banquet for bacteria
And, how they love to eat!

Yes, once this charming farmer
Led a different kind of life,
Respected in his village
Loved deeply by his wife,
But one day it came crashing down
He had lived his life to late,
And despite our magic medicines
He succumbed to damaged fate.

Fibril_late; 8/94