Ian Keenan


Bed Early - Poem by Ian Keenan

Bed early this evening,
Saturday,
Wife at a sick friend’s,
Kids in London.

I see around me photos
And memorabilia,
Constant reminders
Of where I’ve been
And why.

Her friend is dying of cancer,
Appreciation now embedded
In my blood,
Of what I have
I need to cherish,
Before my time
Arrives.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015



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