Waitingii Poem by Bill Grace

Waitingii



Waiting for medications at the pharmacy
pills and ointments and things
that help keep one on the planet
nothing but an old hunter's thankfulness
for life
and with it pain of a different order.

Wednesday, May 15, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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