Your Choice

If no one answers when you telephone,
Then maybe you should think about those pills.
If people laugh when you describe your ills,
Perhaps it’s time you left your friends alone.
If there was no sword leaping from the stone,
And no birds singing on your windowsills,
If your voice leaves folks green around the gills,
The day has come when you should be wind-blown.

Move on. Act quickly and decisively
To ease and disencumber everyone.
Let them relax; it’s hard for us to shun
Without this feeling of despondency.
We want to leave, but all of us agree
That only you should choose, and then be done.