“The Old Mans Friend” she can no longer seek, but that’s just let new enemies free;

no longer the end when the limbs grow weak, she must rot to the trunk of the tree.

The woman who lies and begs to go, these days waits long to be free.

As ‘the powers that be’ say it’s wrong for Flo to be helped to the end she can see.

As she pleads through the pain and the fear just to go to the arms of her lord.

Her carers must stand and turn a deaf ear offering her only solaces sword.

No chance of a future she’s, living in Hell as she pleads for an end to the pain.

But we’ve muted the sound of deaths’ final bell so it rings no more clear and plain.

“She’s my aunty, my granny, my mother, my wife I can’t just watch her die as you say,

but the woman you loved was proud in her life,  as she lived, let her die the same way.

Life’s natural for us, but her time is dying; we fear death but all she fears is pain.

And so she survives; with survival comes crying – she’s in Hell! What the hell do we gain.