And finally it is my turn so as a patient I did learn
About my dreadful diagnosis and unfortunate prognosis.
Throughout my medical career I have had a gnawing fear
As to how I would respond or have the strength to look beyond
The darker side of a disease; sink deep or put myself at ease
This is no easy thing to do; to join my former patients who
Have traveled this uneasy road and carried this most heavy load
I really am afraid to see; will my behavior burden me
Despite what I have always said regarding loneliness and dread
Amazingly, I think of spring; the warmth and colors it does bring
Or sitting on a summer day behind the house beside the bay
It seems that naturally I turn inside myself as I discern
The meaning of my time on Earth and emanating since my birth
My place in life
Death in itself is hard to accept, but knowing it is imminent because of a sickness, must be so hard to bear. Your poem demonstrates a caring attitude and concern for such circumstances. You are walking the proverbial mile in another's shoes, and this will help you understand what trauma they go through. You deserve praise and admiration for such an endeavor. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Richard Lackman. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.