SWEET MR. 243
More bodies than souls,
More partials than wholes,
A higher percentage of dying;
Each hospital bed
Holds living and dead,
Or those who lie patiently trying.
I feel it tonight,
It's wrong and it's right,
It's something too empty to see.
And try as we did,
We nailed down the lid
On sweet Mr. 243.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #41
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010
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