My Epitaph

The story of my death,while it may be sad.
I regret nothing, not even the bad.

Down I went,Bang.Bang. Bang.
And as I lay dying, shots still rang.

The irony of laying in a hospital dead.
All because a patient never got to leave her bed.

A life ending was a normal part of the day.
But now I know how he feels, as my life slips away.

I remember the giggles of my children, so soft and sweet.
But I hear them weeping now that I'm under six feet.

I will miss my husband and children so dear.
But right now I don't feel anything, not anger nor fear.

Down I went, Bang. Bang. Bang
And as I lay dead the shots still rang.