On this Sunday, I share with you a new poem I have written to dedicate to those remarkable 700 souls inside their Pennsylvania State student bodies dancing for 46 hours this weekend to raise funds for THON, an annual event of incredible wide-reach impact again students have conceived and materialized toward research on pediatric cancer, an event that has been heard across the United States.
what do we exactly expect?
don’t we deliver them onto tablets-pc?
rejoice when they text they just arrived?
while skyping with their doctors over conditions inside?
face timing dinner choices, about a dessert, or two?
why should their birth-rights become a taboo?
they didn’t invent those gadgets!
(elapse of time by about two decades)
they are still here!
electronic devices, that is
class forgets to begin yet calls abruptly its end
what is there for the rest of us to comprehend?
many may have no interest whatsoever
how they claim their chairs, they don’t seem to care
perhaps, though, we are wrong, and their drive is, in fact, there
it is those fancy devices their hands, in no hiding, openly bare
a pre-natal inhabitation
without causing myself any unnecessary affliction
i take to my aged memory box with great affection
those who look up at me with new-infant-like eyes
at the onset of every class session, with no exception
i, therefore, can’t possibly resent what others won’t put down
this understanding and love, after all, has for long been around
besides, whether clad in electronics or not
it is our students who fight against the cruelest of odds
it is they who raise record-breaking funds to ease children of cancer
THON, they coined their event, where each becomes an enduring dancer
over seven hundred of them, on their feet for forty-six grueling sets of hours
i, for one, am in awe, respect and silent pride that we can and do call them ours
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May you enjoy the rest of your Sunday and new week very much! I hope you will hurry back for another visit.