Back on track With Egg Bites
My hospital in Frankfurt, Germany.
They had these buildings
where they kept the POWs.
Looked like this.
The POWs were sooo mad.
They were not grateful.
They were not zen. Not full of wisdom.
No insight. No calm. Not appreciative.
It was hard to be around.
Just bitter rage.
I get that now.
Horrid sleep.
Until it’s time to get up.
Then viola! I overslept.
Many steps
My body. lol.
Old lady flappy flap.
Planning a way to get away
from this situation.
So I have this idea that it shouldn’t bother me
Because it’s just an old drunk
And not a full on war.
But it’s still a fresh wound for me.
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