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Recovering cardiac patient

by Keith D Allison

To ride among the fragments of time
Whirling… to inspire us
Yet sorrel hangs within the mind
 
Words created
Word Lost
This morning the body aches with pain
But yesterday the wind Dance upon cheeks
 
Peace so sweet
So…
Roll me over
In the Clover
That I might remember
the days
when I was young
 
That time
Before my heart trembled
To let me… know
it was Growing old
in a whisper of pain
 
So…
Roll me over
In the Clover
That I might remember
the days
when I was young
 
if the cardiac nurses
Shake their heads
And say he should have known better
Than the sixty mile bicycle ride
 
Please remind them
Too…
Roll me over
In the Clover
That I might remember
the days
when I was young

06/03/2007

Posted on 06/03/2007
Copyright © 2022 Keith D Allison

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Rhyana Fisher on 06/03/07 at 08:58 PM

enjoyable read. reminds me of what it was like working with the elderly. it was obvious in their eyes, expressions, and words how much they hated being caged in frail bodies.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/04/07 at 03:38 AM

Beautiful, wave-like language. I think I love the first stanza most of all.

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/06/07 at 03:06 AM

Hi Keith, this is most musical, most melancholy. An old day passes, a new day arrives. The important thing is to make it meaningful: a meaningful friend - or a meaningful day. Well versed my friend.

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