Why does it take so much
Waiting.
And now there's a child
In a stroller -
Why is there always
A child in a stroller
And why
Do they always
Sit by me ?
As I wait to
Determine
If I live or die
And how much trouble
It will be.
Tests
In the old days
Did not involve
Blood
Pencil and paper
In those days -
But I would still
Worry mightily
At least
There is no studying
For this -
No late nights
Of panic
But yes.
Late nights of fear
Of a different variety
Life and death
Draw
Closer together
It is destined
To be so
It is written
It is the way it is
One cannot fight
Progress!
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