This is a poem I found in a little spiral notebook at Lisa's home following her funeral.
My life is like a dead-end street
Having no new roads to try
My road is full of chuckholes
Seems I'm always falling behind
Maybe someday, though
My life will change
Maybe men will come and fix my road
Make it free of alll it's chuckholes
Make it a highway
Or at least lead to other roads
And then maybe I can come out
And find a new road
Follow it to where it leads
And who knows
What I might find---
Maybe a new life, or could it be
To another dead end road?
You notice Lisa wrote "maybe "men" will come and fix my road?"
Maybe, but I think it's going to take lots and lots of women, involved in everything from law enforcement, support, legislation and judges on the bench. Especially in the field of legislation, (attorneys) I've found many women disallusioned and give up criminal prosecution. Don't do it! We need you to balance out the system. Thank you for your service to mankind (womankind).--------------------Millie
My life is like a dead-end street
Having no new roads to try
My road is full of chuckholes
Seems I'm always falling behind
Maybe someday, though
My life will change
Maybe men will come and fix my road
Make it free of alll it's chuckholes
Make it a highway
Or at least lead to other roads
And then maybe I can come out
And find a new road
Follow it to where it leads
And who knows
What I might find---
Maybe a new life, or could it be
To another dead end road?
You notice Lisa wrote "maybe "men" will come and fix my road?"
Maybe, but I think it's going to take lots and lots of women, involved in everything from law enforcement, support, legislation and judges on the bench. Especially in the field of legislation, (attorneys) I've found many women disallusioned and give up criminal prosecution. Don't do it! We need you to balance out the system. Thank you for your service to mankind (womankind).--------------------Millie
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