A Note to His Doctor

My friend, old and passing, said,
“There is more to life than staying alive. 
Don’t rescue me too much.”
 
On his farm, twelve miles out
by rough gravel roads, he is done
with plowing, spraying, harvesting.
But he is not done watching the sun
sink below the windbreak or listening
to the nighthawks above his fields.
Don’t make him move to town. 
There is more to tragedy
than dying.




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