9 January 2014
I don’t have it all together,
And can’t pretend that I do.
What doesn’t seem to help for me,
May really work for you.
We share a disease none of us want,
While we watch our parts get bombed.
Often we’re too tired to fight,
And throw in the towel every night.
We’re not ready to give it up yet,
We may hurt but we ain’t dead.
(may we never run out of towels)