A Difference
She looked around, looked up and down.
She pondered, wondered, thought.
She listened and she measured
what life she may can wrought.
Her little mind, barely second grade.
It rolled and spent and tossed.
What plan for her, what life for her?
What goal and at what cost?
Direction? Point the way, she thought.
Make straight. Make haste. Make sense.
A life for her, a real-time plan
From this day forward hence.
So on that day, that very day,
she started to rehearse.
The thought of her to bare and care
for others as a nurse.
A difference...oh sweet curse.
Copyright © David Brooks | Year Posted 2016
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