December 05, 2009

A Little Death

I walk a little
With my little walker
Around my little bed

In a little ward
In a little hospital
In a little town

I am little number
I am a little old
I suffer from a little forgetfulness
I guess they forgot too

I gasp a little
They wait a little
Everything seems a little strange
Everything seems a little unreal

I die and then they go
I hope they died a little too