Saturday, March 24, 2007



Walking the hallways,
waiting the news,
searching the views,
seeking the rays
of hope.

But the views that are there
are blank windows that stare,
are the shades that draw tight,
or doors open and bare,
... we cope.

So we sit in more chairs,
all the bright, sterile chairs
by the bedsides and doors
in dim light or glare,
and we share,
and we hope,
and we cope.
And we hope.

August 28, 1998
copyright 1998 Roger Victoria

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