If I Were Robin Williams

If I Were Robin Williams
By Arley Steinhour 091014

An age ago I didn't know that life would have an end,
Whenever something when wrong with me, I'd have a mend,
But news has come to this lonely ear,
That I might have this life I know, one more year.

'Dementia,' I think they call it, in layman medical term,
The promise that all that was will stand no longer firm,
The 'Cursing' word of mentally dead, physically alive,
Is enough to reach the heart to steal one's end of life drive.

Doctor said, in about a year you'll be almost brain dead,
Deep, wondrous, visions of sugar-plumbs didn't fill my head,
My memories of a long, full life, began to flood my mind,
Down to the first thing, I did, to gain a laugh in kind.

Questions and answers came into my mind,
What way out would be the most kind,
For all concerned, that I don't leave behind,
A 'Stinker Act,' that indicated I was blind.

Booze is not the answer, takes too long to kill,
An Accident would be found out, as well as would a pill,
Each and every choice has a weakness included, strong,
I must depart in such a way, it I'd thought about quite long.

My life had been a marvel, of things to say and do,
Source of income for many, but today of that I'm through,
A burden on my family, and fans I need consider, and to mend,
And remembered more by what I lived, than how I met my end.

Unlike President Reagan, I didn't want to linger, linger, linger,
When I could go out full and strong, with just a touch of finger,
Desiring that the only question asked is where did come the strength,
To keep from burdening family, and chose to do at length.

May God have Mercy on Robin's Soul,
To light the world Robin's only goal,
Don't know if he knew my Jesus, Friend,
That part of Salvation, only Robin may defend.

AMEN