The paperwork was Immense. Filing for his military Disability was Unending. Month after month Getting doctor's reports. Filling out forms and Then waiting, And waiting some more. Refiling. Making more copies of Everything. Pestering doctors Again. My file is fat with The evidence. We had to save Every scrap. Jack finally received His due, And now all these Piles of paper Are obsolete. But I hesitate to throw Them away. I'm afraid once more Someone will say, "Please return that form Today." (Or worse yet, The money.) |