My deathA Poem by Trong VanThere he
comes from nowhere In the ward that
I share With
patients on their deathbeds Why pick me?
That’s not fair! It’s so quick, don’t have a minute Make phone
call to let her known From today
she’s on her own
I Go West
and won’t come back! 20150919 © 2015 Trong Van |
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Added on September 18, 2015 Last Updated on September 19, 2015 Author
Trong VanSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm not a writer or a poet. I simply write when things popup in my mind, and as soon as it’s done I may completely forget about it! So please don’t be surprised when I deny knowing what I .. more..Writing
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