No, I won’t
hear him crying,
as his wife of seventy lays dying.
No, I can’t
face their silly fears
as I wipe away their silly tears.
No, I couldn’t
know the smell of death
of someone left alone with their last breath.
No, I didn’t
see her eyes so full of pain
as she steeled herself in vain….
I really wish I hadn’t
heard him crying,
as his wife of seventy lay dying.
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