Although it can't be seen or heard
We kind of know what is inferred
When people, of whom we are fond,
Have this hidden cloak now donned.
What does the poet try to say?
I speak of suffering friends today;
Each PAIN takes on a different form
But leaves poor souls distraught, forlorn…
Small fractures torture one friend’s spine
Her mobility reduced big time;
The challenge is to reach the phone,
So dreadfully sad stuck home alone …
But perhaps emotional pain is worse
A trendy friend now plays the nurse
As Mum and Dad, both ill, require
Attention every waking hour…
While brother of companion dear
Faces pain in brand-new sphere;
How to treat the evil “C” …
How unlucky can you be?
Sad snippets in long lives well led
Where smiles, alas, give way to dread;
Although we care, what can we do?
Will miracles help them pull through?
(c) Poet in the woods 2023
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