Cancer And Golf Poem by Francie Lynch

Cancer And Golf



When you hear of a new diagnosis
For someone known,
It begins again.
Every cloud seems special,
Every disappointment relative
To the breaking news.
My eighty on the links
Isn't so remarkable now -
Or is it?
Relative or not,
I'll carry my clubs tomorrow too.

Monday, July 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cancer,golf
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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