Hospice Home is Best
Home is the best having been born nearly half dead
My doc pop kept me alive
He delivered me in his own room later called it a Hospice for his 13th child had survived
Tasted all diseases of those times
even survived the most criminal ones
worse than Covid that now has come
Met with many accidents survived how, you need to tinkle the guy
MASTER of skies coz I have always said nothing beyond~~~ beyond lies
those who have to survive just survive.
Now my mind is old enough
but doesn't want to succumb
as life is given by nature just once
now as age advances I tremble on my haunches
but they all say
live on till then no place better than home your birth-right home Hospice
Six decades grown earlier I’ve been busy
now these last two am composing poetry.
never be afraid to die you were happy when you did arrive, you knew you will not forever remain on this domain why now disdain
live as long as you can do in your own Hospice it let’s you remain
don’t worry it is not my last night even
Hospice wouldn’t know till when
God bless my parents waiting beyond where nothing to no one belongs
not even you as there is nothing beyond~
Ah beyond
Am enjoying today meet you tomorrow
sorry another today again
Comments
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your piece has a tragic beauty and (for me) revolved perfectly around your Line#5. I wonder how this would read in one or another European language. The hinge at Line#14,15 feels like a branch breaking with the last unripe fruit of an endangered tree species. Wonderful writing.
Thomas
hello this was done in 5 minutes
posted w/o edit
shall do sometime later
poet you r kind