A Boy Named Jimmy
Good day to you, my friends! Today, I will attempt to entertain you with a purposeful poem that combines this week’s blog post and a plea for donations to a worthy cause. As you read the poem, feel free to do so to your own rap beat if you’d prefer. It sure helped me with writing it 😊
The link below goes along with the lines of prose, and I hope you are able to help in any way you can.
Thank you, and enjoy your week!
-Dave
https://danafarber.jimmyfund.org/site/TR?fr_id=2380&pg=personal&px=1044339
It was May the twenty-second in nineteen forty-eight,
Twelve-year-old Einar was sick, he was not doing great.
On Edwards’ radio show he went by the name Jimmy,
No, it wasn’t a lie, just a way to protect his identity.
A TV set he wanted, to watch the Braves,
Two hundred grand later, his life was saved,
Little did he know the foundation was laid,
For the Jimmy Fund was born and here to stay.
You see, Lymphoma was a killer more often than not,
Doctor Sidney Farber stepped up and said, “not on my watch.”
Jimmy survived, got married, and had three kids,
Hell of a story, since so few back then did.
Yeah, Jimmy lived to the age of sixty-five,
Many others have been saved and continue to thrive.
If you need more convincing, here’s a great stat,
Half a million treated annually, now how about that.
Ground-breaking research is Farber’s big claim,
Helping friends and family to stay in the game,
If we didn’t support them, it would be a damn shame,
So, check out the link and add fire to the flame.
Nearly twenty-eight miles I’ll walk in October,
Along with thousands of others to help cancer be over.
Your donations I need, so please hold your applause,
The mission isn’t finished, and no one’s pushing pause.
I’m walking for Fran, April, Chuck, and many others,
One of them’s a great dad, the other two loving mothers.
I know the prose is getting weaker and maybe plain,
So I’ll sign off for now, and stay in my lane.
Thank you for reading, and now that it’s done,
Whatever you are, go be a good one.
Peace out!
-Dave
