Shelley L Baxter
The 'C ' Word. - Poem by Shelley L Baxter
I am awake praying for the day I'm not dreaming,
of a brighter day where the C words not scheming!
Pushing and prodding it's way into lives...
hurting and draining the health from our insides.
I Dream of a day they develop a cure,
where all kinds of cancer live in all kinds of fear,
where even the word can easily be uttered!
Where cancer is no worse then a stomachache...
because cancer no longer puts lives at stake!
This cure that I pray for would treat all the masses,
no one would pay not even upper classes,
one little sip of juice that taste like a cherry,
health and joy restored and mankind would be merry!
This is the dream I long to see in this world,
it can only happen if we pray and keep trying...
to find the cure for all those who are dieing.
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