I was a young nurse working on an intensive care unit when I cut this piece out of a magazine. It still makes sense to me.
Time to Go
Pardon me, doctor, but may I die?
I know your oath requires you to try to keep me alive.
So long as my body is warm and there is a breath of life,
But listen, Doc, I’ve buried my wife,
My children are grown and on their own.
My friends are all gone, and I want to go, too.
No mortal man should keep me here
When the call from Him is unmistakably clear.
I deserve the right to slip quietly away.
My work is done and I am tired.
Your motives are noble, but now I pray
You can read in my eyes what my lips can’t say.
Listen to my heart and you’ll hear it cry
Pardon me, Doc, but may I die?