Poem – Alive, or Dead?
Snippets of memories from my two weeks in Dunedin HDU in the battle to save my left leg. Poetry speaks better than words sometimes.
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Poem – Almost
Sometimes, when it comes to describing how I feel about this whole leg thing, less is more when words are used.
Poem: How do I?
Poetry- something I haven’t written for a long time. But sometimes it has better words – less is more.
The right to grow old
Sometimes we look at our wrinkles, the cursed grey hairs and hate the hand of time. But for some, growing old is a dream that will never be fulfilled. Be grateful, love each day and […]
