Cancer

Written by: Barbara Gorelick

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