Looking For A Cure - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
And people paused to listen.
So serious were the words.
'Breast Cancer claims so many lives,
we're looking for a cure,
so help us find one, all we need
is money, to be sure.'
Yet, all the breasts and all the money,
combined in efforts to defeat
this cruel cancer will not yield.
But funds keep flowing in its name.
The lady of this new appeal,
herself a victim in remission,
does roll her tongue around the word,
in avid fascination.
She smiles to whisper
that if we give
she will not have
those deadly words again.
She then returns to
printing more brochures,
and doorknock pamphlets,
on patient paper
of appealing colour.
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