Euology seems a dumb word
Like the dumbfounded therapist
Or clergy, or chaplains who try
In their nature to slip words, tongues
dry and spoken old like dust
of years left to rot in graves.
I no longer want to remember
No, I want to remember the fresh dry markers.
Memorials of the nurses who stopped the erase boards
like so many, who remembed without being reminded the way you
liked your tea.
Slipped warm slippers on feet that'd done so much
The many things that will be remembered
Are on white boards that neither he or I will keep
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Euology seems a dumb word
Like the dumbfounded therapist
Or clergy, or chaplains who try
In their nature to slip words, tongues
dry and spoken old like dust
of years left to rot in graves.
I no longer want to remember
No, I want to remember the fresh dry markers.
Memorials of the nurses who stopped the erase boards
like so many, who remembed without being reminded the way you
liked your tea.
Slipped warm slippers on feet that'd done so much
The many things that will be remembered
Are on white boards that neither he or I will keep
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