Cruel Twist of Fate
"Tap! Tap! Tap!" on the wrist
of a collapsed comatose man.
Then a prolonged pressure;
feeling for a pulse...
nothing.
The paramedic proceeds CPR...
"one one thousand!
two one thousand!
three one thousand!"
Again, he feels nothing,
He listens to the man's chest
attentively, as close as close
could possibly be, to feel
his breath in his ear...
Nothing, no heartbeat.
The man is dead. He's frozen
in shock and disbelief.
He saves lives every day, yet
couldn't save his own father.
The cruelest of ironies.
Date Written: 06/21/2020
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