A Poem From Eugene Perlov

Poem of a hospice doctor

Rows of homes I enter to aid the dying,

I speak of death, the subject is danced around

I speak of acceptance, the subject is danced around

I speak of letting go , the subject is danced around

I speak of saying goodbye, the subject is danced around

I speak of the dance of death the subject is danced around

It will happen I am sure of it, I have seen it many times, the dance of death happens and we all will have to dance this beautiful dance