Ted Sheridan


*obamacare - Poem by Ted Sheridan

Obamacare….


I was in pain and my heart beat like a cold hard anvil hammered
in an attempt to turn hot steel into a death sword of mercy
My life’s work was a triage of separating the pain pills from reality
and faith in my lord, from my usual skepticism of being a soul mate
to those chosen as witnesses to my defiling ways and eventual end…

God observed but did not comment….

T.S.2010 ©


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 10, 2010



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