Drip, drip, drip <br />With each life giving bubble <br />In the tube, the saline glucose solution <br />Holds the key to life for the one that lays so still <br />The plastic bag hanging, swinging free <br />As the gurney rushes past <br />Doors open and close <br />Then it's over <br /> <br />Life <br />Is no more <br />For another one <br />Who served his country <br />Will he be remembered so <br />Or just another one <br />Who passed <br />On <br /> <br />Those <br />Gathered about <br />Will they remember <br />Will they care - <br />One life <br />Gone <br /> <br />The <br />Gurney <br />Returns to <br />Its place <br />And <br /> <br />Waits <br />For Him <br />No <br /> <br />More <br /> <br />drip, <br />drip, <br />drip. <br /> <br />Memorial Day,2006<br /><br />Sidi J. Mahtrow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/glucose-3/
