Thursday, July 7, 2016
In pulmonary rehabilitation,
There is heard a common echo,
“I was an active human yesterday,
Where did the time all go”?
Trained therapists supply us,
With skills to keep us spry,
Including footnotes at the bottom,
Preparing us how to die.
Participants become fast friends,
Short of breaths, the common bond…
We hope to visit next week,
And possibly the week beyond.
Each of us walks a tightrope,
Stretched between our hopes and fate…
Next week, some will show up early,
Others missing, checked off as “Late”.