I Bequeath To Thee
When you receive a keepsake
From someone close to heart
You keep it preserved for the next in line
To be cherished by those as you part
The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze
Environmental pollution is a global issue, and hence it has entered into world of poetry. Poets have unique ability to express to communicate with their audience more effectively than anyone...
I, who wrote this poem, wish to make a final note. After this event, I noticed I was having difficulty staying awake. I went in for a sleep study and found that I desated to 65%...quite frankly at the hospital if you reach 70's or sustained in the 80's, in oxygenation, there is a high probability you are going to be vented. Apnea-it made me think...was I breathing? How long did I stop breathing? All unanswered...