Okay, rushing out to work, but I just finished the poem I meant for my friend. Mind you, she hasn't seen it yet, so I'm hoping she can keep off my blog until tonight when I have a chance to deliver it!
When you’re feeling down and kinda sicky
And life seems like it’s very icky,
And you greet visitors halfhearted
And they say things that are retarded.
Just think of Blurt!
The game where people shout and scream
And don’t know what they really mean
And are busy yelling themselves blue,
Not bothering to listen to you!
It’s the game of Blurt!
When the nausea from chemo totally gets you
And it seems like normal people just forget you
And when the callers just invade your space
And you feel like yelling them into place
Just think of Blurt!
The game where players get ahead
As they switch places in the other’s stead
And try to figure out the definition’s word
And you wonder if the question was actually heard
It’s the game of Blurt!
When you feel like no one hears you
Because the people who come near you
Make you feel like a forgotten item on a shelf
Because they came thinking about themselves
Just think of Blurt!
The game where it’s about YOU winning
And where the thinking stops right at the beginning
Like when chesed people come to call
and dont know what they are doing at all!
Its the game of Blurt!
When people talk without using their brains
And Blurt! out things that sound insane
Just laugh and try to join the fun
And then you’ll end the game before everyone
Just think of Blurt!
Where players don’t know what cancer is like
And try to do good, though it don’t come out right
And I guess you’re doing a mitzvah just to let them
And then they finally leave and you can forget them!
It’s the game of Blurt!
I know that Blurtiing is not your speed,
But you need to think that they’re in need
They need to feel good about who they are,
And use you to do chessed and maybe get far
Just think of Blurt!
But in the end you come out the winner
(C’mon Chemo makes us sick kids so much thinner!!)
And the other players think they won too,
It’s really all up to you!
It’s the game of Blurt!
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8 comments:
very cute poem, if everyone read your blog I think cancer patients would have a lot more quiet time :)
This poem is so adorable!
Oh gosh - funny. Must pull that game out one of these days...
Amazing! I love it!! Sooo well written, you are just TOO good!! : )
So, is this your poem or the poem of your Teacher who got you the game while you where sick?
This is a poem that I wrote this past year, in the book I said the my teacher wrote it but it was just me using my writer's license to make things up. I wanted to put the poem in the book to add some spice and humor. Because I gave it to someone for a Chanukah present and because Miss Riegler and I had always been discussing this issue during the time I was ill, I just put my poem in her name because I wanted it in the book and it made sense there.
hi would i be able to hang this poem up in my hosp room. I think it would be a great game once in a while
sure private, have fun!
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