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." |