Here dies another day
During which I have had eyes, ears, hands
And the great world round me;
And with tomorrow begins another.
Why am I allowed two?
Over a dozen times every clinic day
I ask someone:
tell me your thoughts about ending your life…
someone then decides what to reveal
and what not to.
to do my best
to be present for someone who is unsure~
and perhaps as this day dies
there will come another
when I might help someone
to live another day.
Why are we allowed another day?