A bypass ticket online
Poem by Patricia Peters
Failing sight, loss of hearing,
Sleepless night, muddled thinking
Pad for leaks, dressings for ulcers
And painful feet which can’t be mended.
You don’t think about getting old.
It won’t happen to you, not yet.
Not yet, and when it does you think
That you will go there gracefully.
With dignity and with all your
Various parts well working.
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