Forget the quality of life
A
mere spark
in
a near corpse
is
reason enough
for
some doctors
and
relatives
to continue
on
with
feeding tubes
and
liquid drips
because
life is precious
even
when there is
no
apparent joy
in
this still living Being
After
all, miracles happen
After
all, Lasarus was raised
Inspiration,
where are you?
Hidden in a
recess of my brain
dangling
teasingly out of reach?
Just give
me an enticing idea
Hopefully, even
a tiny spark
will stir
me to write again
At ninety-one,
seventy-year-olds
seem so young
because at
that wonderful time
my body was
strong and graceful
not aching
with collapsing legs
So, seventy-year-olds,
who are in
good shape,
revel in
your youth
ninety-one is coming
I awoke
My dead
wife
stood in
the doorway
of our
bedroom
To see me?
To fetch me?
I wondered
if this
were a sign
she missed
me
as much as I
do her
Desire for
romance
And new
experiences
Brought
what was wanted
The romance
was lovely
While it lasted
New
experiences came
And passed
The
pleasures thinned
The
memories remained
A reviewer using
the name PostScript filed the following review
of THE DREAM DANCER on Kindle:
5.0
out of 5 stars Tells it like it is
Superbly well
written book that really activates the senses and compassion
for the travails of
oppressed people. It also gives deep insight on why the native
American
characters are the way they are and why they react and suffer. There's no happy
ending until
spirit departs the agony of his condition inflicted on earth. A profoundly
moving book.
