Thump! Thump! Thump!

Thump! Thump! Thump! -- Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Bust the vessels -- through tubes -- suctioned copious green,
Inside the somber room, filled with friends and family,
Into the past where those gathered are reminiscing;
He looked like his brother's twin -- that likeness no longer with the old patient.
Yes his long-time wife did seem peaceful, talking about him and holding his hand,
So neat I feel as his heart pounds -- I put my yankaur down.

Thump! Thump! Thump! --Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
Into the battle of D-Day -- where scenes of battle humbled his soul,
Back home he met a girl he carried on roller blades, hand in hand, round and round and round,
He maintained used cars by day -- no Chevy's or clunkers -- would he buy or sell.
Six kids walking and talking, six found their ways into this world,
Here they all are, all talking. Here the kids are thinking about dad,
The drip, drop dripping, beeping lines, heart rhythm slows way down.

Thump! Thump Thump! -- Gurgle! Gurgle! Gurgle!
He squeezes my hand -- he opens his eyes and smiles
Such short time we've known -- became more than just a patient,
Rick loved the old man gurgling on death's bed,
Yet not a sorrow's cry was heard, even with Cheyne Stoke's breathing,
The man was a hero in the minds of those surrounding his bed, even me,
So strong his legacy will live on -- I put his eyelids down.