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By: Olan L. Smith
c. Oct. 16, 2005 (revised Oct. 20, 2005)
wds. 216
Nightmarish-
Frightening-
Everyone a stranger
As I rise
Lights
So bright
Very Stark
Naked cleanliness
Steal reflecting light
Into my eyes.
I shade my face
As three silhouettes of people
Walking toward my bed with confident,
Determination
And idle chatter
As they stride.
Arriving by my side
A woman speaks.
"Mr. Smith?"
"How are you?"
I reply, "Where am I?"
"Do I know you?"
"Yes, Mr. Smith."
"You know me I am Amy your day nurse."
"This is New Haven Center for the Aging"
"You have been here for 5 years"
"You ask me that same question every morning,"
"That the one thing I can count on"
She said with a huge grin on here face-
"Now, it time for you to take your meds"
"And get ready to eat and then it's group."
With that she stands straight
Turns-
One and two and three they walk away
Into the glare.
Hmmm--
She seems to knows my name
Don't remember much about who I am
So I guess I do as she says.
And later
This evening when I sleep
If that be my fate
I shall ever slumber;
With short chortles,
No matter what the night.
Then waken and start again
Nothing different than before
Or for that matter what may come to your door.
Olan L Smith
02-02-04
40 words
Worth the Living
Now-
Worth the Living
Reaching beyond mortality-
Touching eternity-
Face-to-face
With courage-
I glimpse God
An event seared
Upon my consciousness.
Crossing is complete-
Oh-
To turn back and whisper stridently-
The truth is worth the living!