Dying alone

Say goodbye on the phone

We all stood in line

Wearing the masks of life

Trade one another

Stay far from your brother

We all had food for thought but

The nourishmnet had no meaning

An old photograph

A loved one’s last bath

We all washed the time away

Until there was no more

Sun on the rise

Were any of us wise

We all looked for a power

To drive the pain away

What did we find, keep looking

Eric Boada

Norwich

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