No expectations

Any hope for company is long gone,
No hand to hold as they prick me wrong,
No hand to pour me water when my throat is dry,
No body to cheer me while bored I lie,
No body comes as day turns to night,
No body calls before first light,

And then I begin to wonder,
Will there be shoulders to bear,
Me on life's last journey,
the answer stares me in the face,
As does the coroner's gurney.