First Aid Poem

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Out yonder

Beyond the fields

Stands a first-aid kit

bound to heal.

Made in the plastic factory

Amongst steel cranks and sounding shrills

spring forth a case of love

to help all the bad feels.

Cut cheek,

bruise - you bet

scrape - you’re set

rash, don’t fret

Our first-aid kit set

Is comprehensive at best

But what about an ache

that can be hard to forsake

for it is not found on skin

but rather found within

I’m talking about heart ache

of breaking apart from that which you love

for the kit has no ointment

for life’s difficult shove.

But if you look out yonder

beyond the fields

Carrying the first aid kit is a friend

And she’ll help you heal.