Could You

Find humor when told of the tumor Smile when the answer is cancer Laugh at the heart attack Kick back in the face of death Yawn when you're not given that long Whistle a tune when they tell you it's June Have no remorse as the disease runs its course Bow your head when there's nothing left Could you? Hopefully this poem is not to morbid. Death is just something we all face and I sometimes wonder at how I'll be taken out and how strong I'll be when that time comes. Being a Christian I have the assurance of a better tomorrow but being a fallen man there's always that question...