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”.
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