She nodded when the doctor asked <br />'you're sure you want to go my dear? ' <br />Out on the balcony there basked <br />the nephew and the niece, both here <br />because they'd heard that it looked bad <br />and that the rellies would be sad <br />but medicine was out of tricks <br />an ancient heart would cease its ticks. <br />She felt a bit, well, let's say rushed <br />and while the house was quiet, hushed <br />the doctor had now drawn the stuff <br />into the big syringe, ENOUGH! <br /> <br />He would have been a brutal killer <br />but murdering poor Esmae Miller <br />was not what doctors ought to do. <br />That's what I think. How about you?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/euthanasia-again/
