For What Purpose
Already, three months now...not good...
between hospital and nursing home,
helping him to add days to his life
with dialysis for liver and kidney failure.
For what purpose, when his fate is set?
The pain of watching him fight hard
for a dire life never to be the same?
Perhaps...'rest in peace' should trade with 'life'.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Eight Lines Of Fate, When You Wonder If It Is Too Late
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 07/19/2018
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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