Sandra Martyres

Rookie - 24 Points (5th October / Mumbai - India)

The Man's Choice - Poem by Sandra Martyres

He discarded the last remnants
Of the cigarette that he was smoking
And crushed the butt on the floor
Using his good foot, the other
Was in a cast –the result of a fall
Then picking up his crutch he hobbled
Towards the main door of the house
From where he walked on to the street
The little dog followed him quietly
Always remaining a few steps behind
Goodbye he mumbled to the place
And set about his journey to heaven
Three days later his body was picked up
From a garden near the cemetery
The poor dog wailing by his side
A scribbled note in his pocket said
That he was tired of life and his ailments
And if he was found lifeless anywhere
No one was to blame as he had simply
Decided to accept God's invitation to
To take up residence in His Kingdom


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, June 4, 2010


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