Not Yet Forty

I’ve seen the man upon his bed,
Whose teeth and gown were stained with blood.
A text was found, and then I read
While holding back a hidden flood
Of tears. He stared into the wall
And whispered that his grandmother
Had read to him when he was small –

I prayed and wished it earlier.


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