Enthusiastic Soul
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Monday, January 8, 2018
Good for Nothing
Bright Side
He feels good for nothing
except now he’s a job
for someone. “The aide
can feed her family,
because she’s taking
care of me,” he said.
“Your job is not
to be useful, I said.
“It’s to get better.”
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