Cancer - Poem by Stephen Loomes
Disease and Age settle old scores,
Without the intervention of a revengeful hand,
The sleighted lover with hooded eyes,
Herself, bent by Times hourglass' last grains of sand
Forgets betrayal and the memory of the lies
Of her old lover who gasping is grasping her hand,
As cancer readies his being for the far land
From which our prayers receive no replies.
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