By The Streetlamp
The lobster was good because it is nurishment,
And it keeps my friend alive. For that I am grateful.
Bob asked, "How's the lobster?" He really wanted
To know because after his surgery, he had
no way of knowing.
The dinner engagement with my friend was
Great, and I assured him that the lobster was
Among the best. It was one dark night, but we
Parked by the street lamp. Its glow was
A soothing assist to a wonderful night.
The cancer succeeded in its thievery
By robbing him of one of his senses.
The cancer tried to kill him but failed.
He's still able to see, hear, smell, and feel.
One's spirit can be fully engaged,
Even when missing a sensory function.
I learned firsthand an amazing awareness
from a dear friend. Of this, I am deeply
moved and appreciative.
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