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Life wracked with pains
Though warned to stop smoking and drinking beer,
Why should I quit things that give me such joy?
So much wise advice I refused to hear.
All good things of life I vowed to enjoy.
But when I was told I had lung cancer,
And my liver scarred with cirrhosis.
Without the doctor giving the answer,
To my question, I guessed the prognosis.
I'm tied to survival with a thin thread,
My vibrant past now fades like a mirage,
Instead, imminent death is what I dread.
My life wracked with pains, no balm to assuage.
I finally constructed my life a mess,
Chaos now lives deep inside my body,
Causing my heart a serious distress.
Flee bad habits, my plea to somebody.
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Maclawrence Famuyiwa
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