When life seems empty
And there’s no place to go
I enter the mad world of Salvador Dali
My daily struggles as a writer allows me
to go from high to low.
however, with my blessed hands
and my aching feet
I slave away each day
While eyeing the clock on the wall
Then I look around and watch the faces
Of tired old souls lining the corridors
I smiles and said
“when my life seem empty”
and there’s no place to go
I knock on the rooms
And curative their pain
Just to hear them say
“Thank you Nurse L.
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