PoetryMagazine.com Since 1996 Volume XXI Frank Brown
When Cancer Met Three
What are you doing the rest of the day?
A glance to the right and then to the left
Nothing in particular. Why do you ask?
He was calculating my percentage at thirty
Cancer you see, was doing it's dirty
We need to admit you and get treatments started
A smile to the right and then to the left
Let's get started
He left to make the call to get the room adorned
Cancer you see, wanted another for to be mourned
No promises for you. Do you understand?
A glance to the right and then to the left
Only one has ever counted. I am good with that
Off he went to get everything set
Cancer you see, brought dread to be met
You can do this. You know this right?
A glance to the right and to the left
I know I can't, but I know who can
Chemo for a week that turned to many days
Cancer you see, turns dark hair to grays
Those bright colors of chemo make me smile
A glance to the right and to the left
Since you call me Nemo, I will call you Dory
Chemo was fun with my talented gals
Cancer you see, gives you brand new pals
We have done all we can do and must now send you away
A glance to the right and to the left
Cool, a new hospital, new friends, another day
Chemo of a different sort since the Cancers had become two
Cancer you see, gets lonely too
You know, we never promised you anything, right?
A glance to the left and to the right
I know, and that is cool
I have to tell you, there is nothing left to treat
Cancer you see, is something my God beat
By F. Timothy Brown
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F. Timothy Brown
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