When my dad was in Intensive Care
With only a few days left to live
He may, or may not, have been aware
The head nurse called him Rob, assumptive
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His name is Bob, I clearly stated
Her response got me aggravated
"He doesn't like Rob?" - As to place blame
It doesn't matter, that's not his name
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Park Bench Poetry
PoetryTake a leisurely stroll through the park, sit on a bench facing the pond, and watch the ducks frolicking around the fountain. A woodpecker taps at a weeping willow, and a great blue heron takes flight from a small island in the pond. In these peacef...
