Hospice |
by Pierre L. Sutton Jr. |
I
An old man lies on his deathbed
pondering his adolescence. He cries,
"I wish I had been a leader instead
of a convalescent.
Maybe then I would not go to my tomb
stricken with gloom and wondering what could've been."
II
A young M.D. enters the room distraught,
"I should've followed my heart rather being money led.
Maybe then envy towards this old man I would not feel
if my dream of being a writer I had fulfilled."
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