Not From Laughing - Poem by Patti Masterman
Life is the sure bondage of mortuaries,
Weeping in the still living flesh.
The thermostat of life plummeting,
While counting up the deaths day by day.
Giving precious hours getting nothing in return;
The clocks hands are not a charity,
The calendar is not a mission of mercy-
These lines are not from laughing.
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