The first day on the job

The cards tell me

To finish a dying man

Crying on his knees

I find his exact location

And arrive to see family

Gathered around his body

Everybody cries profusely

I scan the body lying there

My sources come to report

A father of two, dying of cancer

No mother was present to support

My heart cries a little

As I hold my scythe

Over the man’s limp body

I check my list of tasks to do

And read all of the names

Of people of ages old and young

Who would breathe their last breath today

A girl has leukaemia

A mother lost her child

A father with cancer

And a boy who wants to die

I can’t be the one to end these lives

That haven’t even been lived out fully

The boy, the mother, the father and the girl

Will all live long, blissfully

As for my job, I’ve now lost

After making the right decision

We must all die someday, somehow

But sometimes we’ve just got to keep living