Elevator Connection I
In the elevator, alone
On Friday the 13th.
My doc just told me
I might have cancer.
Took a biopsy.
Will know in two weeks.
I’m thinking I’m a dead man.
I’m starting to close the books.
An 85 year old man enters the elevator.
I’m encased in reflecting on my impending death,
Wondering how it will unfold.
The elevator stops.
The doors open.
The old man starts to go out — then stops,
Turns around, looks me square in the eyes,
And says,
“And don’t you believe any of that Friday the 13th crap either!”
The door closes.
Thanks Guardian Angel, I needed that.
Why are you always there for me?
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