I have Band-Aids to heal wounds from knives,
and should have thought twices,
I have alcohol wipes, to reduce the risk,
that anything sticks.
I have gauze, to wrap a wound,
of any cause, to include
burns, and bees, and
the clumsiness of me.
I have cold compresses, for hot messes,
or heating pads, for muscles mad.
I have pills to hold the hurt,
or curse words to let it burst,
But I have nothing,
the painful parts,
of my heart.
2 thoughts on “NaPoWriMo Day 10: Junk Drawer Song”
Sweet and moving, with endearing rhymes!
There is a market opportunity for heart band-aids!