MORTALITY

Bruises, illusions,
Contusions of the brain,
Weaving, grieving,
Tears fall like rain.

Still I live,
Still gifts to give,
Survivor's Guilt a waste of time,
Life sometimes has no reason or rhyme.

Sister, parents, gone beyond,
And still I live on and on,
Cancer was a part of me,
But now, so long, I have been free.

My sister died from the same,
Life sometimes seems a cruel game,
Wondering why, a futile lie,
Does it matter, by and by?

Parents died of age old ills,
I stay alive with stubborn will,
Frail, afraid, I climb the hill,
Yet my heart with hope doth fill.

The Grim Reaper waits outside the door,
My curtains closed, I cry, NO MORE!
Let the sun shine on my son,
Let his life go on and on.