A Poet's Dying Breath
Friday, March 28, 2014
He is a hero,
More so than I.
For while I too lost
A pint of blood today,
By choice,
He could remain on his feet.
He could lend a helping hand
And lead me back to my room
To drink,
To eat,
To rest,
And most of all,
To be well.
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