mortality
The Mortality
having been ill for days, coughing
his lungs up, refusing to take medication
insisting he would be well in a few days
Feverish and alone in bed
I got up and bravely looked at death in
the eyes and murmured incomprehensible
as mortality gripped at his throat
He heard a voice saying: go back to bed
you theatrical old man
The doctor came in the morning and gave
him an injection, despite the old man's saying
he didn't need help to die.
The doctor said to his wife, you should have
called sooner; he is grumpy and stubborn
fighting windmills
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2024
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