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A SECRETThis Sunday I shall close my doorOn someone driven mad by grief.Even if it’s the right thing to do,It is not the right thing.Her father died at home, her frightenedMother followed after multipleCongestive heart failures, and buriedIn a sacred ring on her land -- her wolf.So much has she lost that her mindIs not right, and she tellsEverybody what to do and how,Because she needs their help.Unable to cope with these demandsTo manage the books, collect estimates,Or run a press on diabetic knees,I close my door in self-defense.I have no excuse for such cruelty,Incompetence, and selfishnessIn these lonely, last days of my life,With nowhere to go but oblivion.[Disposable Poem April 30, 2010]Dr. Mike
A SECRET
ReplyDeleteThis Sunday I shall close my door
On someone driven mad by grief.
Even if it’s the right thing to do,
It is not the right thing.
Her father died at home, her frightened
Mother followed after multiple
Congestive heart failures, and buried
In a sacred ring on her land -- her wolf.
So much has she lost that her mind
Is not right, and she tells
Everybody what to do and how,
Because she needs their help.
Unable to cope with these demands
To manage the books, collect estimates,
Or run a press on diabetic knees,
I close my door in self-defense.
I have no excuse for such cruelty,
Incompetence, and selfishness
In these lonely, last days of my life,
With nowhere to go but oblivion.
[Disposable Poem April 30, 2010]
Dr. Mike