The Desperate Cells

Deep inside when nothing's fine
The desperate cells would whine,
From within figure out the cause,
Think of a way to make up for the loss,
Need not try too hard to come out,
It would suffice if the somber is put out.

by J Sheba Anandhi

Comments (5)

one of his best, but never mentioned.
It's a poem i memorized as a young'n in the 50's when things weren't going well. Now I'm my late 70's it rings a bell again. Robert Service has been my favorite poet.
1913 in the Yukon or 2018 homeless this crackerjack poem of utter defiance still tracks
Love this poem, a kind of mantra for life. I have it tattooed on my back.
...gotta love this guy!