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Source:
Adults
Author:
Tanya Withers
Title:
Damage Limitation
We are all damaged
In different ways.
My damage
Leaves me in a haze.
Cerebral.
”Ha!
Not more from the weakened club?”
I hear you.
So, step back as I reply. “No!
Not so.”
Only goes to show
How unpredictable
We are.
Damage can be
Limited.
Scar or tattoo venting
Permitted.
My shout
Is about
Those who recognize
The simple pleasure
Treasures.
A walk … anywhere
As long as the air
Is fresh or relatively so.
Or those who treat us
With their hand-tied
Bouquets
Available in a can
At the wayside.
Or a nod or a friendly gesture.
Or a letter or a card.
Or a phone-call from a friend.
Or a smile of sunshine.
Or the scent of the Virginia
Pine.
I am damaged
But doing fine.
And beside myself
With gratitude
For the simplest
Simple pleasure.
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