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Drips.. re edit.
There's a dripping tap that'll go ignored, again.
A guy who's just walked in, has a hole in his heart,
he doesn't know it yet, and maybe never will, if it's sudden,
it will be sudden, he never will.
His wife will mourn along with their unborn, before
mourning her unborn two weeks later.
She'll never try again for another.
Her new husband will leave her, wanting children his easy way
out.
He'll live to the grand age of ninety two, alone, his heart will
just stop dead, broken.
It seems he won't be blessed to hear the pitter patter, but he'll
die with a smile on his face all the same, With his wife of some
fifty years by his side, She'll die some weeks before, waiting
for him to join her in this afterlife.
No one will remember the guy with the heart defect or his pregnant wife,
as the circle of life and death continues, just like that dripping tap.
Published 6th Oct 2014
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7th Oct 2014 7:37am
that's a whole versefull of tragedy. so many connected people living & dying & not making much noise abt it. & no one found time to fix that faucet...
7th Oct 2014 9:51pm
