Nothing Is Ever What We Think Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into facets of living, seeing the good and bad, always
getting some of both, never knowing when or which one will hit
us first.

Life is a game of roulette, we are forever guessing what will
happen next, nothing is ever what we think it is or will be,
can or will we ever know the truth in life until it's too late.

Why do people die, why can't they see what's wrong with them a-
head of time and avoid all the pain and misery of going in the
hospital, on medicine or cancer treatments, dialysis too.

What kind of instrument can be devised to test and find at the
very beginning what's wrong and create a way of getting rid of
or curing it completely.