a poem by Joseph Veronneau
How To Give Way
a Porsche convertible had a nice home sitting up in the secluded area of town and left early when he saw fit. When the patients came in holding their pain, he smiled. It lasted long enough to put his two children through Princeton. When the cancer caught him unexpectedly, having a pasta dinner with the fam explaining what was to come the vehicle got parked, and the extracurricular activities went astray, and the names of patients became familiar to him like nothing before. |