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Robin's Eggs

The nest upon my window sill
Has robin’s eggs, unhatched
This curse'd cancer rages still
I’ve fought it ‘till the last
 
The fucking food was tasteless crap
Until this weekend came
That’s how I know they’ve called it quits
And “hospice” is it’s name
 
I hold my family no ill will
‘Cause they’re as tired as me
But I regret they’ll get the bill
Long after I’m set free
 
I guess it's time that I give in
And push this little button
It must be morphine, makes me grin
First time since I was shut-in
 
I hear the little chicks hatch out—
My family’s not arrived
But I’m too tired to mill about
Those chicks can say “goodbye”
 
Written by ReggiePoet (Reggie)
Published | Edited 10th Mar 2023
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