I'm ninety years old, <br />My withered eyes alone can show. <br />But I'm in a warm place, <br />And today I'll die, I know. <br /> <br />I say hello to Ethel and Jim, <br />They struggle with their IV's, <br />I trudge through the corridor, <br />They talk in a light wheeze. <br />'Hey, Lenny, what's hap'nen today! ' <br />I smile my now-crooked face and say, <br />'Today's I'm going up to the Skyway.' <br />'Time is short, let me tell Nurse Fay! ' <br /> <br />We watch picture shows <br />'Til late in the afternoon, <br />I hear them whisper to Nurse Fay, <br />'Lenny's going to die soon.' <br />Fay changed the TV station, <br />Waved her pale hand, <br />And from Fred Astaire <br />Came there, <br />A show that was most grand. <br /> <br />They all came close to me <br />And we sat there <br />In that warm place, <br />And on the TV <br />Was my once-young face. <br /> <br />Yes, this was how I wanted to go, <br />It was my life <br />Flashing right by my eyes <br />And we all clapped and laughed <br />And watched the Leonard Show.<br /><br />K. Jared Hosein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-the-leonard-show/
