Perhaps I’ll save a life today,
-and help a child in pain.
-and give a cancer patient hope,
when hope is on the wane.
When I roll up my sleeve today
And watch my life’s blood flow-
I never know the faces or names
To whom my gift will go.
My hope is the recipients,
Their crises safely past,
Will recall this gift I gave-
This day was not their last.
I don’t look the heroic type-
A faceless friend to you-
But I stand tallest when I lie
upon a cot of blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it. I have a rough one on this topic, as well, but I think you've nailed it completely. Love the closing stanza..