My Will
I know it may seem selfish, but I beg of you please,
If I am to die, don’t keep me here by artificial means,
If I am paralyzed or leave my body on the table,
please don't force me back, even if you are able,
I don't wish to be a vegetable, or a cripple,
be that as it may, so if you love me, love me this way,
let me go.
This poem is about:
Me
My family