HARD TIMES.

 His weight was gone,

Doctors had done their job.

His faint breath,

Kissed the oxygen mask.

Time and again, machine kept beeping

People kept comming,

People he liked, people he never loved.

The nurse kept changing,

the flowers in the vase.

His vision blurry,

Our hopes lost,

We were all waiting, waiting for his time,

He opened his eye and spoke after an hour, 

asked the doctor,

Am I going to die?

The doctor replied  "NO"

And it was just a lie. 

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