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 Poem #46The poem is the intimate conversation You wish you had with anyoneYou ever loved every time You ever saw themInstead of all the mindless prattleThe poem is the deepest, truest connectionThe only link between the living and the deadBetween hope and despairThe past and the presentThe surrender and the battleThe poem scorns a future That tries to kill it Every failed relationship, broken friendship,Inexplicable estrangement is foundedOn a fundamental jealousyA yawning regret that it never became a poemOr maybe it once wasAnd stopped5/22/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - May 22, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs