The old man was quiet, unusually so
They liked him to mumble so they would know
He was still alive.
The nurses kept watch if his breathing decreased
So his meds were not botched and he’d end up deceased.
But he survived.
All their watching and treatments tortured the man
Had murmurations of how he will do what he can
To not be revived.
He was tired of this life, being unaware
His family conspired to put him there.
How they connived.
His insurance provided them his money
They fed on it like a bee on honey
So they kept him alive.
One day the old guy had had enough
He took hidden meds and other stuff
Then happily, took his last nosedive.