And people paused to listen. <br />So serious were the words. <br />'Breast Cancer claims so many lives, <br />we're looking for a cure, <br />so help us find one, all we need <br />is money, to be sure.' <br /> <br />Yet, all the breasts and all the money, <br />combined in efforts to defeat <br />this cruel cancer will not yield. <br />But funds keep flowing in its name. <br /> <br />The lady of this new appeal, <br />herself a victim in remission, <br />does roll her tongue around the word, <br />in avid fascination. <br />She smiles to whisper <br />that if we give <br />she will not have <br />to say <br /> those deadly words again. <br /> <br />She then returns to <br />printing more brochures, <br />and doorknock pamphlets, <br />even daffodils, <br />on patient paper <br />of appealing colour.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-for-a-cure/
