Mortality CallsA Poem by Lathen GriffithsWhen you hear it put that way, don’t it make you want to live?
My youthful apparition
was worsening my condition My condition was called growing old The ghost of my childhood did not make me feel good, I was queasy, uneasy and cold I rang up my doctor my phone call it shocked her Though it was nearly two in the morn She told me to go and said don’t you know You’ve been dying since the day you were born ©️2022 Lathen Griffiths © 2022 Lathen Griffiths |
StatsAuthorLathen GriffithsUnited KingdomAbout“Sometimes when I’m sleeping my mind writes poetry, sometimes when I’m awake I remember what it’s written.” Lathen Griffiths. Lathen Griffiths is an alternative i.. more..Writing
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