Terminal Illness
Cancelled, disconnected, terminated with prejudice
Access to my life has been halted till further notice
Goodbye cable, phone, e-mail and more
Snail mail sitting on the desk as I walk out the door
I am done with you, finished, replete with sneer
For things I hold to be far more dear
Books, chairs, beaches, and beloved camp
Even though as usual it will be rainy and damp
Breakfast when ever, lunch will be late
A stack of books and I have a date
But no cell phone, or other communication
For the love of Mike I’m going on vacation
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