Death, Like the Vaccination
Death is like the vaccination
We’re all in a queue for the jab,
Nervous, glancing ahead,
Counting how many remain before our turn.
Unlike the vaccination,
We do not know how many stand before us.
We wake each morning
As though our turn will never come,
Living, laughing, planning
Until the needle touches our skin.
Then comes silence.
No pain, no struggle
just stillness.
The fear that once made our hands tremble
Gives way to peace,
A strange calm that feels like rest
After a long and weary day.
Death is peaceful
Only the living make it frightening.
For those who receive the final dose,
There is no more waiting,
No more counting
Only release.
