Awkward School Situation


by Liz Saska

Doctors tell me ďDrink, drink, drink,Ē
Which always makes me think, think, think,
Drink all day and pee, pee, pee?
Or dehydrate, stress free, free, free?

Most people say they understand,
But some of them donít give a damn,
ĎCause itís not their bladder that will burst,
Iím very sorry I have cursed.
Solutions, yes, they have been made,
But just four hours of the day,
What do I do if help ainít there?
It seems certain people just donít care.
ďWhen you gotta go, you gotta go,Ē
Itís sad that I had to let you know!




Why don't you fly on over to read my story, The Brightest Star
or another I wrote My Wheelchair Can Fly.
I'll bet you'll be able to figure out the parts that are true
and the parts that are fiction....what do you think?

Thanks for visiting my page!  How about reading another poem? I call it Alone, and  I wrote it after attending
a field trip with my eighth grade class, and on the very next trip, I didn't sit alone. Now THAT'S progress...

 
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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

Last Published: November 18, 2004