Ten is now the magic number
I’ve become a statistic,
Ten years of survival
If I’d blinked hard
I could’ve missed it,
Why ten should be so special
Why not six or seven?
I suppose if it was only nine
By now I’d be in heaven,
I guess I should be glad to be alive
And be grateful for the significance
Ten has given it,
Pleased to be a lucky one
In the fifty percent that’s made it,
Be happy that the wheel of fortune
Has spun the right way for me,
For one in two is always better
Than one in four, or three.
Diane Scantlebury
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