First Aid Kit

December 1, 2008
By Michael Griffiths, Spanish Town , St. Catherine, ZZ


Ants bites, bees stings, scratches
“oh just some rubbing alcohol honey”
Cuts, burns, bleeding
“My… Hurry!…get a band aid…quick”
Oh and the blood shots
“Come sweetie let mommy kiss the finger”

Boy, mommy was a true genius.
Always a remedy for all ailments.

Perhaps, that’s why I became a Doctor.

But I can never near equal mommy.

Stitches don’t fix hardened hearts,
And there’s no magic pill for evil.
Surgery doesn’t correct cruelty, and
Intensive care is a fraud, for
honestly, no one cares.

So that’s why I retired.

There was a first aid kit when I was a child
But none, now that I am a MAN?

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Hot SoH said...
on Dec. 13 2008 at 3:09 am
This poem has some depth, and is a fairly thought provoking poem. It is however still a tad bit sophmoric

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