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If You Saw Me Face to Face

You would see an old man
Nearing eighty
Who gets out and about
Maybe once a month.
 
Thursday we drove
To the clinic where
A very nice lady
Who I’m sure was Maga
Drew three vials of blood
While we exchanged
Christmas stories
Of waybackwhen.
 
I enjoyed
Her stories and she
Seemed to enjoy mine
And when she put
The rubber thingie
Around my scrawny arm
And said
Biiig poke
It didn’t hurt at all
 
And I thought
How lovely she was
All portly and plump
And in her 50s
With blown-up pictures
Of her grandkids
On the wall
And joking
And hoped she felt
The same about me
Except for the portly part
And the oxygen tube
In my nose.
Written by Mrd
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Author's Note
Just a simple recording of an event which was charming and somehow touched my heart.
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