Mobile ring tones at morning light,
disturb the shapes under covers,
the outlined echoes of last night,
two star-crossed microphone lovers,
drawn from opposite ends of town,
yesterday’s pub entertainers,
way on down at the Old Three Crowns,
they met singing Gloria Gaynor,
ramped and amped with emotion,
to songs that belonged in the haze,
now wake to face their commotion,
the music of separate ways.
“First I was afraid, I was petrified…
I WILL SURVIVE”
I can still hear those words going through my head…
Cancer
We don’t know how long you had been lurking
But like a silent thief in the night you crept into our life
Turning our whole world upside down
So many questions
Can it be cured?
Will the cancer be eradicated forever?
But no one can give a definite answer
So many things to consider…
As the side effects of any treatment can be so cruel
But tough decisions would have to be made to save your life
We could only hope and pray you were one of the lucky ones
Before you went under the knife
You said these words to me…
I WILL SURVIVE
Two and a half years later you remain cancer free
Dedicated to my husband and anyone who can relate to these lines
Unhinged Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
Lyrics quoted from the song I will Survive by Gloria Gaynor
26~08~16
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