Author: Unknown
The call to be consistent
In an inconsistent world
Is resounding, compounding,
Deafening for some-
Leaving faint, the echoes
Of claws on casket, legacies
Long gone, reminding we've only
Recycled the struggles for show.
In medicine we keep going
When everything else stops-
Until the day we don't. Some
Will live another day;
Other will take to the clawing
Until someone hears their calling
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is a simple book of short and long poems some but unknown authors and some with known authors
