Is my Goodbye Grandma poem, too harsh?

Goodbye Grandma, by Al Sepert.

The winter of life, all cold and grey

as gradually life slips away

expensive medical bills to pay

adding up each and every day

Your savings rapidly went south

and then we had to sell your house

and then when every cent was gone

we had to have you back at home

We miss you Grandma yes we do

Now our house don't smell of poo

From those times you did not get to

the bathroom or the downstairs loo

The silence will be a real treat

no TV blaring down the street

While you're snoring in your seat

Or shouting for something to eat.

Oh Grandma why did you not stay

safe at home in the UK

An never come to the USA

where everything is pay pay pay?

Or maybe gone to Bangladesh

A weeks care there's fifty dollars or less

And avoided this financial mess

And stopped me being so depressed.

And so dear Granny its goodbye

The end is here finally.

I take my gun out lovingly

put it to my head, bang I die.