This is a little goofy. I have thought about trying this many times and never seem to get the poetry idea done. But here I gave it a go. We will see.
I often wonder, if I was to poetry slam or write a jam
about the disease leukemia, Dam!
what would I say and how would it sound
would be weak or even slightly profound
could I make anyone understand
the fear I feel like the irritating sand
in your shoe just after a short walk on dunes
or the mind scape of my old self ruins.
I was a healer a physician, a doc
then oh shit the barrel not the stock
was in my face and I the patient, I was sick
a nasty life changing trick
A scenario I can’t walk away from, I can’t run
a new life I had begun.
It isn’t a cold or a sprain
it doesn’t come and go like rain.
I am a patient at breakfast, when the light turns red,
while the elevator comes, the paper is read
the little break, the children are lead
the extra moment, until the dark of bed.
looming always looming the fears and thoughts
the should I do the should I oughts,
and wondering while my brain roughts
Can I do this, can I get on with life
coping with the lows the strife
and wondering will I leave my wife
or kids. what about there little minds
the way their thoughts turn and road winds
what will in the change may they finds.
as we wonder together through the mines.
but that is where the strength must lie
the ability to walk on by
the ability to fight and try
accepting that we all must die.
yet the ever present question did we live?
did I do enough, do I have more to give
small moments seem imperative
as all our lives pass through the sieve
there is no stopping but I can enjoy
and even the optimism I employ
will be the tool or even toy
I will not let this cancer destroy.
This is the long road no end in sight
the constant climb the bloody fight
the whole day through morning noon and night
but in the end may I be right.
On I go to the next day
on I go with my boys to play
on I go with the fight, the fray
And here I am I plan to stay.
I am not done yet
to many people on me bet
the winner when the sun has set
the wings on the plane of a jet
a tougher nail than cancers met.
I have a spirit that I wouldn’t trade
I have a spirit my friends have made
I have a spirit that just won’t fade
I have a spirit of the highest grade
I have a spirit which simply stayed.
To all who cope and struggle may your spirit always be strong.
Head Up, Heart Strong. I need a cure.