That Dreaded Word
Life is a hoot, make the most of each day
One never knows what's ahead
Could be sailing along not a care in the world
When you hear that word we all dread
First time I heard it, my dear dad was diagnosed
Thought, what is this thing called cancer
Is there no way to give him a little more time
Maybe a new treatment is the answer
Unfortunately, my dear dad finally succumbed
Devastated, I was just a young boy
Seems like a horrible way to end your life
A waste of a lifetime of joy
My very first encounter of many to follow
Linda, my first wife succumbed
As other family members and good friends
This cancer has left me stunned
Well, so far I've managed to avoid this killer
Can't help wondering when it's my turn
Eighty-three and I'm still motoring along
How long before I get burned
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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