There was a walk in Central Park today for breat cancer. So, I wrote a poem. And I guess it's kind of silly but here it is.
Ode to Survivors
I am no one you know.
Friend or foe.
Neither a borrower nor lender.
Or even favorite bartender.
I am everyone you know.
A smile in the crowd, the girl in the show.
A sister, mother, a wife, a lover.
A woman looking to recover.
Best of luck to all of you out there surviving.
1 comment:
Thank you.
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