13- Final Diagnosis

A FRIEND'S FINAL DIAGNOSIS

(a poem)

-anaplastic thyroid cancer-

I looked it up.

I closed the page.

I blame the whole damn thing on age.

By any name it comes for all.

We can't ignore the siren call.

That makes it no less hard to take.

We leave the message that we make

For those behind to comprehend

And plan their own trip to the end.

But that's tomorrow.

Here's today,

And I don't know

Another way.

STILL ANOTHER DAY

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Though we're travelers, one and all. 

It's no less hard to say goodbye. 

Only one step from a fall

Except for you friend, there go I. 

If there's more, this doesn't matter. 

If there's not,

Then what the hell?

Though our trails are widely scattered

We've each lived our stories well.

And when there's no one left to listen,

'Cause there's nothing left to say,

You know, that same old sun will rise again

And start, still... another day...

Still another day.

We were kind when life allowed us,

We were hard when forced our hand.

We found love and learned to give it

While the flames of life were fanned.

Sure, there's some things we'd do different,

But you can't  live with regrets,

That's just dwelling in the past

And we all know what that begets.

So when there's no one left to listen,

'Cause there's nothing left to say,

You know, that same old sun will rise again

And start, still... another day...

Still another day.

Things change.

It's the law and the order of the universe.

Things begin, exist and end.

So tell me now my friend

Why would the story differ much for us?
In the end again, we're all just cosmic dust.

In the end we're all again just cosmic dust.