Twenty-five and she’s diagnosed with cancer,
Just when she just found a new boyfriend.
How unkind of her fate to put that on her
Now the fear of death is in the back of her mind;
She tries to forget it, but she cannot.
It’s like its coming for her to take her out
Long before her precious time.
She worries she’ll lose her new boyfriend
To death or he’ll find a healthier woman.
But her prognosis is good and she’s doing better
In a year of treatments the cancer will be gone
And she’ll resume her life as a new wife.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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