Keith Smith

Life. Death. Cancer. Friends.

my biggest fear besides dieing alone,
away from my family, so far from home.
this cancer inside eating me slow,
watching it spred, watching it grow.
from my neck to my chest, to my liver and spleen,
4th stage and all, what could this mean.
It means that im dieing, that my lifes at a end.
what can i leave behind, a message to send.
so i came back to say good buy to my friends,
to pay back my debts, and tie up loose ends.
they all came together, showed me love and much hope.
helping me live, providing me hope.
they stayed by my side through chemo and pain.
and stayed in my heart wether sunshine or rain.
so i sit here, my chemo is done,
all the rain has dried up, theres nothing but sun.
my cancers is gone, and i have yrs left to live
once again whole, with much more to give.
So i think about this when life seems to hard
i look in the mirror and count all my scars.
greatfull i am for the message the send,
but most greatfull of all for the love of my friends....

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 13, 2009

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