D.N.R. is what it stated.
D.N.R. is what it said.
D.N.R. is what was written
On the wall, above her bed.
I stopped and sat at her bedside.
I stopped and sat by her bed.
I looked at her wasted body
And saw her healthy, instead.
Laughing, living, loving her life
Fulfilling her dreams with ease
Surrounded by her family
This was life and it did please.
Reduced now to a bed number
No one came to pay a call.
Ill and wrinkled, hardly breathing
She would not give up at all.
Go now gently. Go now softly.
Know someone is here with you.
In your final moments on earth
Know you're loved. God awaits you.