a visit to the hospital ward,
at twilight time before the Sabbath
depressing and necessary,
void and empty,
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There are moments that mandate that we measure our mortality. This poem deals with serious issues with a kind of ease that makes it refreshing.
I love the ending of this one....why is it that we fight so hard towards the end, rather than all through life....you always get my brain ticking Shimon, always
Simon you painted a vividly tangible scene of the hospital.well done