Next Stop

Next Stop

A Chapter by Dave Brown



I used to go for coffee

At the local cafe

Now it’s at the local clinic

I start my every day


My I&R needs tending to

My bandages need wrapping new

My bedpan is full of ****

And I’ve gotta tutcha flue


Those pills I pop can’t stop

My brain relies on a silicon chip

My nose runs on, drip after drop

My pacemaker tends to often skip


All the nurses know my name

My diapers collect alotta stain

I’ve got needles poked in every vein

My lower back’s in constant pain


Not one muscle hasn’t shrunk

I’ve got pointers in my hip

My lymphatic vessels are sinking ships

Each eye’s on a separate trip


From the clinics’ parking lot

The cemetery’s just a liddle hop

And whether weather’s cold or hot

That will be, my next stop

© 2020 Dave Brown

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