Revolving Door Poem by Kongsaeng Chris Everson
Revolving Door
My mother
is in the hospital
with a pain
in her butt,
and she is an old woman
who I take care of,
and she lies on a hospital bed
all day, sleeping,
so the life
of the elderly
is a revolving door
in and out
of the hospital,
where they give you
a pill
and put on
a band-aid.
Monday, March 19, 2012
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