Funny...
Sitting..watching minute hands
Wanting time to pass
Waiting..for the moment...
To be gone
Why?
At sixty eight..hell..one would think
You'd want to stretch it out
Why.. does every minute waiting
Seem so slow
And damn frustrating
Tapping toes..restless fingers
Surrounded... by a host of kind
Aches and pains...a cough or flu
Holy crap..
This be you
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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