Crippled Poem by Stephanie Fleharty

Crippled



as he lie crippled
dying in his bed
his breath a mere ripple
in the air of dead
his wife by his side
wonders how
with tears in her eyes
why he had to die now
with his old age
it was coming soon
not another page
no other full moon.

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