Ode to Stem Cells
Pain is what I feel
From my head down to my toes
Everywhere I move
And nobody really knows.
This
back is old
Somedays
are worse than othersI feel it sometimes really bad
Sometimes I feel the shudders.
This
pain down in my knees
I
know I’m growing oldIt’s worse some days than others
Especially when I’m cold.
Sometimes
I can’t even feel
My
toes nor even my fingersSo, I just sit and wait and wait
And the days turn into lingers.
The
medicine I take
Only
relieves me someFor a better day I’m longing
Before my time on earth is done.
Those
pains no one really gets
No
one can really seeThe hurt my body feels
From my shoulders to my knee.
Sometimes
I cannot breathe
Much
more than just a gaspThese lungs are wearing out
Some day will be my last.
These
eyes they cannot see
I
used to could find my wayNow I fumble all about
Hardly sensing the light of day.
I
hear there a new science
Going
on in labs around the globeIf I only had the money
Perhaps I’d have more hope.
People
like me want to see
People
like me want to breathePeople like me have some hope
From our heads down to our knees.
They
have many fancy names
Pluripotent
mysenchymal stem cellsSnagged by patented devices
From my human body where they all dwell.
Gives
people a lot of hope
Do
you know some of themLet’s pass the word and pray the prayers
And look for that little stem.
God’s
grace is found
Upon
all of us in sightLet’s keep on doing good medicine
You know it’s really right.
Let’s
make sure all of these treatments
Can
make for a better storyFor black and brown rich and poor
For God to receive the glory.
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