Carpet Talk

Oh the heavy feet that endless
tread my threadbare weave,
heavy hearts balanced on heavy feet,
heavy thoughts filling hollow heads with
dread when the nurse with a voice like a
cheese grater calls out “Next”, and in
you trudge to offer up your blood.

Cancer, the teacher with a scourge,
the angel with a flaming brand,
‘Learn your lesson, or die.’
Who can understand the whys and
wherefores of just where it strikes?
The brains of babies?
The bones of children?

What choices have they made to
bring them to this suffering today?
The trudging feet sound out a
muffled dirge to my weary ears.
Are causes still unknown, or is
selection arbitrary, a cast of the dice?
Carpe diem, while you still have time.

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Susan P. Blevins

Susan P. Blevins was born in England, and escaped at age twenty on her life quest, moving first to Italy for 26 years, and then to the USA, where she now lives. The older she gets, the more passionately involved she becomes in the world, and the more she wants to make a personal contribution. She believes that we can all make a difference, one hug, and one smile at a time.

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