Poems of Lighthouse Bob
My Life Everlasting #74
Silent images grace corridors of white. Institutionalized, dark shadows encroach my invalid heart. Anticipating death, paid orderlies run to bedside manner. Their announcement confirms, “Life support systems have failed!” Called relatives grieve in deep agony-- Like a bubonic plague, fate is covered up with sterile blankets. Rushed out revolving doors, death gloats victory, but truth enlightens My Life Everlasating. -Lighthouse Bob |
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My Life Everlasting #74
My Life Everlasting #74