Edwina Reizer

Rookie - 42 Points (12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

I, Who - Poem by Edwina Reizer

I, who write verse every day,
rather that I could take pain away.
I'd put down the pen without a thought
and trade it away for the pain that was brought
to you.

I, who write songs every day,
rather that I could have you say
'I'm well, I'm well. I'm good again.'
I'd give it all up, these songs, this pen
for you.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 13, 2011

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