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Pardon me doctor, but may I die?
I know your oath requires you try
As long as there’s a spark of life
To keep it there with tube and knife;
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To do cut-downs and heart massages,
Tracheotomies and gavages.
But here I am, well past four-score.
I’ve lived my lifetime (and a little more)
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I’ve raised my children, buried my wife.
My friends are gone, so spare the knife.
This is the way it seems to me
I deserve a little dignity . . .
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Of slipping gently off to sleep
And no one has the right to keep
Me from my God; when the call’s this clear
No mortal man should keep me here.
“Pardon me, Doctor, but may I :
“Pardon me, Doctor, but may I Your motive’s noble, but now I pray
You’ll read my eyes, what my lips can’t say
Listen to my heart! You’ll hear it cry; die?”