Waiting For Medicare Poem by shimon weinroth

Waiting For Medicare



the waiting, slowly kills,
expectancy of nil, as I mill about
kill the moments, chill of the unknown,
spreads tentacles of uneasy
grows to despair

till the call for my turn,
thoughts dart from here to there
who will take my place my space
fears both real and imagined

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