I recently came across this short poem on Twitter; it was written by a 99-year-old woman, a former nurse herself. I thought it was so wonderful that I’ve now used it several times to introduce my talks about late-life care and advance care planning. Since people have been requesting copies, I thought I’d share it here. What do you think?
Meeting the Registrar
As I would like to leave at ease
No intravenous feeding please
No pump imparting partial life
No last ditch using of the knife
When coma comes just let me slide
Unhindered to the other side
I want no plastic tubes to mar
My meeting with the registrar
Last Comforts 
Ellen, this is succinct, concise, to the point, right on target . . . . and beyond lovely! Thanks for passing it along. Wilma .
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Very good but I may just live forever!!
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