Medical Inspiration

January 26, 2020

Tears running down her cheek

No insurance but a piggy bank in her hand

Change is all we got and she's begging them to see me

Sorry is all they're saying, doctor's visits not a freebie

I promise I'll do better, mom. Make up for all those years.

I promise I'll do good, mom. No more tears.

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