Every so often,one of them leaves for the hospital.Maybe an ambulance rushes upand the uniformed guardians of lifego mechanically about the business;an old man’s face…
Man of the heart, non-ideological
Every so often,one of them leaves for the hospital.Maybe an ambulance rushes upand the uniformed guardians of lifego mechanically about the business;an old man’s face…
Sometimes you come to a narrow bridge.It’s a log, really, or a thin boardover a raging stream.You step out onto it.All around you, pressing in,is…