Seventy Poem by mark king

Seventy



I. Seventy and his eyes are darting from doctor to nurse then back to his wife with tears on his cheeks.
II. Seventy and she offers her hand for comfort as her back arches from the pain the doctor reads the results.
III. Seventy and there is not much time to go, maybe it is love that keeps them holding on and on.

Monday, June 23, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: tears
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