HeTravelled far for his work
Slogging from six to ten
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Persistent Cough
He never smoked
He never drank
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One son
In his twenties
Works and drinks
His wages gone
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His wife
She a maid
Or was
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Lost her jobs
Too many breaks
For visits
To
The hospital
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No money
No help
The government hospital
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A hole in his throat
A pipe to feed
The pain
Uncontrollable
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Tears he sheds
Cannot speak
Hands outstretched
Begging for relief
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His body eaten up
No morphine for his pain
The hospitals won’t take him
He’s a hopeless case
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My maid she shares
A generous soul
With her next door neighbour
From her meagre wages
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She feels
His tears
She hears his voice
He cannot talk
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My little boy
His stack of coins
To her he gives
Why don’t I?
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Am I afraid
Of the rehab
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He takes the coins
Buys his release
It dosent kill
He lingers on
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His pain increases
Begs for death
Every day
His wife suffering
In silence
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At last he is in
That wonderful place
Where the sisters
Take his pain
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Morphine they give
They say their prayers
For healing
Of the spirit
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Then he gives up
His soul
Free at last
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She calls up
My maid
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I’m away
I need to see him
I’ll cook and go
But someone asks her
Why you
Isn’t there any other
I’m ashamed
Am I the other
I didn’t do
So much I could
In secret
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No one
Would have known
I was afraid
Of the rehab
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Of being
A misfit
Now the cancer
It hurts
Within me
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