Cancer
Hate does not nearly explain what one feels
When "cancer" strikes and life's joys it steals
Randomly it comes to the young and old
So often before life's stories are told
God's reasons cannot be understood
Faith commands the bad and the good
I sit by his bedside and hold him tight
Easing his passing with all of my might
Sometime soon we may find the answer
To this horrible scourge called cancer
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2012
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