Old people, old age, overwhelmed with the difficult-to-understand changes in medical care and being expected to believe "what ever the doctor said".

All For The Glory

Little old ladies
And little old men,
Would just rather die
Than be treated again,
With the modernest medicine
That money can buy,
They silently plead, mister
Please let me die.

Little old people
Who don't have a clue,
About some asinine treatment
Their doctor will do,
All for the glory
Of his god-like opinion,
You give up your rights
In the medical dominion.

Just another depressing
Opinion of science,
When we seek immortality
With each new appliance,
All with the promise
That no one will suffer,
In the long run it only
Makes dying, much tougher.

Fibril_late; 10/92