a poem by Joseph Veronneau

How To Give Way

He drove
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.

© Joseph Veronneau