Cancer strikes it’s mighty blow,
Thus shedding the beauty, charm & glow.
Unknown to many, it does grow,
Whence time nearing end, we come to know.
Why? They ask, why it chose me,
Bringing a gloom that stole my glee.
Chores innumerable undone all in spree,
Not yet, it isn’t my time to be set free.
Why act in haste Oh! Lord mine Divine,
I wish to spend an eon with those mine.
Allow my age to ripen like mature wine,
I promise, I’ll pray in earnest to thine.
The sunrises & sunsets many yet to see,
Wishing to spend some summer times by the sea.
Have some mercy, I plea, thou upon me,
My kids grow up and grandkids I get to see.
The pretty little daughter one day to be a bride,
The young lad, my moustached son, my heart’s pride.
Don’t oh! don’t chop my life to let family divide,
For a family complete is, where all together reside.
At mercy of others, do not force me to live,
A freedom from cancer, is a boon you can give.
The aches and pains, therapies various of life,
Combined with chemo, radiation solace do give.
Yet the cancer in the body drops my morales,
The head goes spinning, wavering in spirals.
Like Phoenix feathers, forcefully shedding my mane,
Losing all luster, fading away in a sad vain.
Alas! My bosom beauty has given me a drain,
Leaving me to go lighter and causing me pain.