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An old friend, as old as life,
We met soon after my birth
He liked to play games with me
“Be ready” he said “I am coming for you”
I waited, was all ready to go, no fear, no agony, no regrets
Typhus was a serious matter back then
I was a child of four but last minute
He changed his mind and
Let me be
He returned later on though
Impressive he was, scary, I was a youth now
Knew, I had a lot to lose, all life was before me
But what could I do?
He is the boss
I fought back, after the accident,
He seemed to like my fighting
He played cat and mouse for a while but in the end
Let me go with a warning
“Next time will be your last”
I didn’t see or heard of him all that time
Ready was I to welcome my daughter
Anxiously, was waiting the marvelous moment
Suddenly, the door he knocked
“Here I am again!” He shouted
“You have chosen the worst of times” I told him
“Any time is a good time for me” He retorted
“Wait for her to be born, at least” I begged him
“Ok, you have nine months”
“Thank you, you so generous”
Finally, he let me off the hook again
I do not know!
Probably, the cancer was not that aggressive
Probably, because he knows I am his, so he likes to play:
To scare people as it gives him prestige and status!
Since my daughter’s birth
I had some more skirmishes with death:
Melanoma, Apnea, cancerous cells,
But each time he let me go
Now, I do not care
I am not afraid of him anymore
We have become buddies
We jock and laugh
He plays the terrible master
I play the intrepid servant
You see, my mortal friends, we must keep up
This is the game of life and death
A game that no matter who loses,
Life is always the winner for even after we die
There he comes again
Smiling and cheerful he is, as never before
“Hi pal!” “You look great”
“So do you” I replied
We embrace each other for that what pals do!
“It is such a fun to have old friends like you.” I mused!
“Let’s have a beer before going” He suggested
“Why not” I replied “ I am not in a hurry!”
He laughed and so did I
What a great guy!
What a PAL!
I could even give my …soul to HIM!
See you later
I am certain about this!
The same game I will play with my pal
I would even write a poem about it
Under a different name!
I will keep you post!
Here and in the hereafter!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 June 2016
*This is a biographical poem of mine! All health details are true!
I am not afraid of dying but I do not look forward either! Not yet
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