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Of course it was pouring rain,
When my tire decided to go flat;
And I wasn’t really surprised
To find no spare in the trunk in back.

It was four o’clock in the morning;
I was headed home to catch some sleep;
After twenty-four hours in the hospital,
At her side the vigil to keep.

Five miles I walked in the dark;
Tired, wet and cold.
Each step closer to home;
Each minute growing old.

I approached the locked front door;
Searched my pockets for the keys.
Suddenly a picture flashed in my mind;
I left them on the driver’s seat.

Returning to my old clunker;
Practically walking in a trance,
I tripped over a pothole;
Tore the knees in my pants.

An eighteen wheeler passed me by;
Splashing in a puddle;
Covering me with muddy water;
Leaving me all befuddled.

Finally I reached my car
And saw the keys right where I left them;
Of course you know the doors were locked
And there was no way I could get them.

I sank down and sat in the mud;
Watched the blood ooze from my knees.
The rain was starting to change to snow;
The cold made me start to sneeze.

A vibration in my pocket,
Snapped me out of my delirium;
It was her doctor on my mobile phone;
I had a hard time in hearing him.

“Your wife is out of her coma;
She is going to be alright.”
I hung up and thanked the Lord
For blessing me with a wonderful night.

Written 3/3/2011

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