Now I have trod a thousand miles and cried a million tears
I’ve lived a life of much regret that’s filled with foolish fears
And wondered why the world is sad and so misunderstood
That sometimes in the long run we can’t tell the bad from good
Our God is in His heaven, He’s awaiting each one’s choice
What will it be we have chosen to exercise our voice ?
WRITTEN WHILE UNDERGOING CHEMO AT SLOANE KETTERING THIS AM
Morning shades of drab tans and gray
Are always getting in the way
Of peach and golds to shocking pinks
That welcome most as sunrise sinks.
Oh what I’d give at last to see
The rainbow this world used to be
Where all felt a great need to share
With those who chanced to visit there.
I’ve often wished that I might find
A fairy wand, the magic kind,
To do the job tales tell it can
And much improve the state of man !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 