Above Ground Poem by Lore Me34
Above Ground
I have a debilitating disability
I'm bald as cue ball from Chemo Therapy.
When I walk I wobble.
And most time my mate is a pain in the butt.
With all that going on you’d think my head be bowed.
My face would have a grief stricken look.
But I hold my head high,
and there's a smile on my face.
You know why, because
I'm still above ground.
This poem is dedicated to my neighbor and Friend Mrs. Pat Elias
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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