WE ARE NOT ALONE
by Bill McCue
It was a Saturday morning in April 2016 when I realized that too many of my PRP friends in the Land of Hope were suffering too much pain. My house was empty and I felt like writing.
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There was a time with PRP,
I thought it had the best of me.
A dime-size spot on my forehead,
Headed South, spreading red.
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When it reached my two big feet,
I feared it signaled my defeat.
Then my soles got thick with skin,
I knew the danger I was in.
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My dark blue slippers turned light blue,
For my flaky skin had lightened the hue,
But with daily doses of Soriatane,
My thick skin vanished and I walked again.
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We know the pain that each friend feels;
We know the pain when good skin peels.
We know the burn that causes tears,
We know the worry that feeds our fears.
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But there’s one thing that we all share,
For one another — we all care.
We’re not alone as we travel this road,
‘Cause we have lot’s of help to carry our load.
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As they say, this too shall pass,
Whether you’re a lad or lass;
Young or old, the truth be told —
Our friends right here, are the purest gold.