Gift of Life

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Gutless scared I turn my head away

Cleaned and sterile stained I fearful lay my arm

Givers of care in robes of white watch over as we lay

Then she squeezes as I feel the needle stick

My life’s offering begins to flow for another, perhaps today?

A bag of life I’d made by merely waking

Secret one accept my feeble hand up if you have a say

Drink of this my cup of salty potion frail

Look again upon the mirror we share in our humanity.

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