The story tells itself.

A Judgement of Dismissal

Lethargic and sickly
Though not really maimed,
Where life-style choices
Can be easily blamed,
Five decades of smoking
And a lack of education,
At the end of this journey
There will be no vacation.

Depression and lassitude
Are like weights on her shoulders,
She’s only sixty-one
But she’s feeling much older.
While a deluge of stress
Has destroyed her appetite,
And with hardly any options
There’s no end to the blight,

The daughter she lives with
Is anxious and toothless,
With toddlers and teenagers
She’s probably ruthless,
Putting up with her mother
Creates a household dispute,
Like a Colt-45
Preparing to shoot.

It looked like a heart attack
But it turned out, it wasn’t,
Does she have a regular doctor?
The answer is; she doesn’t,
She has no insurance
Although she does have a job,
A discount-store cashier
She’s no heiress-snob.

There are only more questions
And not enough answers,
She had previous run-ins
With a couple of cancers,
Type-2 Diabetes
Ten years of hypertension,
Why she kept smoking
Is beyond comprehension.

It’s another sad tale
So, totally depressing,
Though the results of her heart-cath
Might be considered a blessing,
Her coronary arteries
Are as clean as a whistle,
Yet, the rest of her life
Is like a judgement of dismissal

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8/24/08