Friday, January 3, 2014


They lined up at the doctor's door,
like little ducks with broken wings,
And one by one they asked
to be relieved of aches and other things.

And Death, that subtle shadow standing
with them, gave a gentle nod,
went round the back and met
them at the exit door, with open arms.


1 comment:

babyblueeyed girl said...
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.