The Surgeon’s Knife
I met a rich businessman
He lectured me about my poetry;
"It does not bring you a
buck, so
why keep wasting your
energy?"
I remember he had open heart
surgery
Thankful for his life…
But he forgot the surgeon’s
heart for him
Which guided the knife to save
his breath
Had the doctor seen only money
Perhaps, the businessman would
embrace his own death
He did not want to remember…
I was then told, "It’s
only a few
Who are impacted by the soul of
your poem…"
--Like a surgeon’s knife,
Sir, my pen cares for one heart
at a time…
Linh Duy Vo
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