Open Poetry #50 |
Somewhere Out There |
Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Somewhere out there is a ticket to the here after. There is more than plenty for my husband and me. We’re not quite ready to go, we’re isolating to avoid the show. Because when it finds you, there’s nothing you can do. When you are of a certain age, and underlying conditions set the stage to be a goner. The virus gives no honor to who dies, or survives. Even if a ventilator could save my hide, will there be enough for us to divide? Will they give my vent away because they can’t save me anyway? All our days are numbered until we die. When our time is up, there is nothing else to try. Under the circumstances I would assume I should start my goodbye’s before I meet my doom. Mom and Dad, so sad, didn’t mean to take you with me, my bad. To my children of broken heart, this is not how I planned to depart. To my friends dear and far thanks a million, wherever you are. I hope once in a while you’ll think of me and smile, remembering that I was funny, and just how much I loved my honey. LGR(C)3/31/20 |
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