More Time To Live And Love Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Is there light I can see at the tunnels end?
Can this treatment be working?
Only time will tell
The sickness comes and goes
Days of lethargic energy
Others much better, so full of zing
Stubble has begun to appear
Once a bald dome, now like hedgehogs back
Sharp prickly spines
Not so many pitying eyes
More the fear that I am turning into a thug
That’s just the look my head portrays
My once gaunt look is filling out
Plumpness returning from the hollow ghost
An appetite for life and of the body has returned
Hope has rekindled in the soul
Just the belief it is working
Smiles replaced the unwanted scowl
Was it the prayers diligently said?
I know they believe it is
Myself I am not so sure
Stoically I go on
Believing instead fate will have its way
Gratefully grasping each extra day
Utilising every ounce of energy to enjoyment of this time
Every day is the bonus for the treatments pain
The pain the catalyst of my present demeanour
With love, I embrace life again
Shedding off my foolish self indulgent past
Headlong I race to the victory
Fears beaten back into the recesses
Living life
Loving living