A man of upright disposition
My uncle, as his health has waned
Has claimed respect for his condition
And managed to maintain the same.
A show of dignity, and more!
But, goodness, such a boring chore
To mind the patient night and day
And ask his leave to go, or stay.
What an insidious obligation
To play a fool at dead man’s will
To fluff his pillows, bring his pills
To show grief, to hide frustration.
To sigh, and, secretly think – “Well,
When will you dance with imps in Hell?"