‘What you doing? Eh?
What you need?’
‘Er Money! Sex. Ah Stuff!’
‘What else you need?
‘A drink, a talk,
to boss, fight, swear, win, sloth,
to rule, to dig, to leap,
in fame and fashion, debt and hope.’
‘Thanks very much.
I say more:
Friends, Food,
Stories, Games,
Music, Smiles.
Thanks very much?!’
In college I took 2 Semesters of "Music Therapy" with the cooperation of a half-dozen Down's teens. I smiled so much more than I cried. As luck would have it, it was my last "class" on Friday afternoons. To this day I miss the hugs. The laughter. The one that sometimes had to hold my hand from the moment I came into the room until we parted. For all those who doubt the presence of angels, I would beg to differ.
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Nice post John Lavan, I am corvid2 on Twitter. I follow you. This shows a wonderful understanding of language. Pure empathy!
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