Now,
every clock
ticks the minutes
with the same
don’t-go,
please-go
cadence
as the one across
from the hospital bed,
in the emergency room,
at hospice.
Even time says
its goodbyes.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Now,
every clock
ticks the minutes
with the same
don’t-go,
please-go
cadence
as the one across
from the hospital bed,
in the emergency room,
at hospice.
Even time says
its goodbyes.
the best one of the day. So far..