At the end of the road, I know
there is absolute darkness
shameless helplessness
haunting emptiness
shaky hands and legs
asthmatic breathing
fragile knees and backbone
ready to fall apart any time
May I ask you for a favor?
during that painful and tortoise paced waiting period
would you please come down to meet me, once in a while
if not, would you please call or text me in your free time?
just asking how am I doing...
A nice start..................... Welcome to poem hunter................. 10 You may like to read my poems too... Best wishes Naila
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during that painful and tortoise paced waiting period would you please come down to meet me, beautiful. simply beautiful. endearing question and request...... we all need in time of need people who love and care for us...... you have brought this theme out to us readers. lovely....... tony