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We spend our days,
Getting ready for tomorrow,
Hoping the past will not catch us,
The bad eating, the saccharin juices, when
Now is the only moment, to
Love, to
Speak,
Re-pack your life, forgive –
Go,
On an adventure or,
Simply state your piece,
It will be alright.
We may yet,
Save the climate.
♦photo♦ – High Museum Art of Atlanta
-short evocative poetry-
For my friends battling Cancer.
Filed under: Poetry Tagged: ancestors, cancer, family, hope, poetry, UNEP