Thursday, July 11, 2013

Late Money


Rain drops ran carelessly
Down the window pane
He groaned in bed
Impatient for a healer
She listened for footsteps
Not one came to the rescue
If there had been money
The healer would have come
He was departing with weak moans
They had raised money
Hoping not too late
Then came the footsteps
Long awaited with the healer
But the moans were gone
So was the pain dead with the man

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