Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “A Death-Bed”
Some die shouting inside gas or fire. Some die silent, hung on the barbed wire. Our comrade’s rifle could backfire. Others will die slowly as they tire… alone as they expire. What are the questions they ask with their eyes as they die? Some die saintly in faith and hope. Some die thus in a prison yard. Some die broken by rape or the rope. Some die easy, most die hard. It all ends some day, no matter what way. It all ends some day, no matter what way. So, make sure to say “goodbye”. Get yer things in order, say “goodbye”. Get yer things in order, say “goodbye”, say “goodbye”… oh yeah. You think you can cheat death by holding your breath. But, it waits around the bend, and she’ll get you in the end. There’s no relationship to mend, she cares not my breath-holding friend… in the end.
