Afraid to die (Poem)

Afraid to die I’m frightened to sleep, in case I choke As also when I eat and this is no joke Even drinking a drink, a cup of coffee or tea Goes down the wrong way believe you me Leaves you afraid, fighting for your breath Wondering is this it, is this your death There is no cure for what brings this on Nothing at all, there is truly none So do I sit up at night afraid to sleep Trying to fight and trying not to weep Do I not eat, maybe just starve to death Whichever I choose will take my breath There is no cure for motor neurone disease After 130 years there is nothing to appease People don’t give a damn if you maybe cry To them it’s just a job, even if you die We take for granted that we eat and drink Also that we sleep, we never once think Your mouth changes shape, as to your throat Stops you talking and swallowing as I quote Fills your throat full of saliva when asleep It’s a nasty disease one you won’t want to keep When you wake in a morning you want it out Amid gasping for your breath, there is no doubt It can’t be caught and it’s luckily for us all Or all of mankind would certainly rapidly fall Just be grateful that it does not visit you Or any single member of your family too Pen name Christopher Robin Copyright Registration TXu 1-598-108