His stream of life had been squeezed to a trickle
From a body growing increasingly fickle
Expecting a thrill, today’s news was a chill
The old man looked out the window
But the strain of pain kept him alert
The hospital had become a second home
When he last checked out he felt a bout of sadness
And when nurse Clay came to say goodbye
With tears in his eyes, he looked out the window
A Wren sailed by headed for the bright blue sky
Suddenly frost had arrived, unexpected, uninvited
Like the swelling in his left knee, he could feel the chill
Seeing nothing else to do, he must be through
So he looked out the window
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