Percentages Poem by jerry hughes
Percentages
Fifteen per cent you'll get a stroke,
five per cent you'll die.
They were my odds, and without
surgery my aneurism would implode
and I'd die a painful death anyway.
Okay, right hand is stuffed pro-tem,
but I'm alive god damn it!
Your last lines are 100 % right, no matter if they are written by your left or right hand. It is a good insight shortly epressed in percentage! Best regards, onelia a
Gerry...Both you and Alison are in my thoughts. I'm sending special hugs of strength and warmth your way. Better and better each day! Hugs, Dee
When we were given the odds, we both believed that the stroke would be the worst option. On experiencing the reality of your possible demise, however, I well and truly changed my mind. And as I share the ups and downs of your 'recovery', I'm eternally grateful for this second chance for both of us. Incidentally, it's a joy to read your words again, my love. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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4/24/2024 7:39:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thanks Tara, Onlia, Dee & Allie. I guess Mr Negri knew what he was talking about?