Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

Who'll Be Next

Wheelchairs
and walkers
in God’s
waiting room
Praying
abeyant
the end
coming soon

Front to
the back
they line
in the queue
Telling their
stories
from memory’s
askew

They wait
and they wonder
who’s next
to go
As all through
the lounge
great grandkids
in tow

New moments
like hen’s teeth
each minute
a year
As walkers
and wheelchairs
rust out
— in the tears

(Dunwoody Retirement Home: September, 2025)

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