Bed Early Poem by Ian Keenan
Bed Early
Bed early this evening,
Saturday,
Wife at a sick friend’s,
Kids in London.
I see around me photos
And memorabilia,
Constant reminders
Of where I’ve been
And why.
Her friend is dying of cancer,
Appreciation now embedded
In my blood,
Of what I have
I need to cherish,
Before my time
Arrives.
Monday, December 7, 2015
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