Health Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Health

From arm to his heart
-runs short pipe
-plastic or metal?

And this guest must stay
-till tests say:
-no trace of cancer…

My school classmate
-then air force and pilot
-finally, now here, together
-we have known each other

His look says lot to me
-together for a half-century
-both of us of village to city
-then abroad, …refuge

His bald head was hair-filled
-white bushy eyebrows were
-black drawings; eye catching
-six feet more, straight he stood
-now he is a bent bough of tree

What is good with old age?

Yes, has house and money
-has son and a daughter as
-well as, a doll for granny
-but he lacks a good health
-which in fact is best wealth
-no one cares until when
-we need it, is not there!

He showed me a bottle
-connected by long pipe
-to the pipe in his arm
-he also has nightly injection
-in belly; before bed to sleep!

Hell, with the living long!