Before I lie helpless,(C) 2022 Lamittan Minsah, All rights reserved.
cold and stiff, perhaps smiling
in my four-cornered room;
before my strength fades away
or my eyes ‘look in’ as the old said,
I will hold a hand or two,
a hundred or a thousand,
put a smile on their faces,
before I die, before I leave this earth.
This is written in response to Sadje’s prompt for this week.