Mr. StrokeA Poem by Satoshi IroTzuDedicated to my Grandmother. (She suffered a stroke 10 days after her birthday)."Excuse me" said I. "Nothing to stress, despite all the luggage that I carry I arrived in hard and heavy. " "And now I am here to stay this is my playground for the next five to seven days. " "Oh, look at you ... No need to bash your head against the wall any harder because Your grandma was not getting any younger" Shocked in disbelief I ask "What will happen next?" It looked at me over the shoulder "Curtains will close thus the show is over".
© 2020 Satoshi IroTzu |
Stats
42 Views
1 Review Added on August 29, 2020 Last Updated on August 29, 2020 Author
|