Cancer

Cancer:

that verminous
dreg of death!

A mauler
who sucker punches, spars
and destroys
with body blows
its challenger's ghostly form.

Even money--
unable to go the distance
with all its supremacy--
gets outwitted
and KO'd.

With undefeated form,
Cancer prevails far too often.

Life's referie of remaining days
stands over another challenger
and vigorously counts to ten,
waving to finish the match
with a unanimous decision
marked by tears and death certificates.

But someday,
a vicious contender
with a devestating uppercut
will come along with a knockout
that will leave the crowd in a frenzy.

Author's Note

Originally written for singer Eddie Money.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A wonderful tribute and such a well written poem in defiance and in hope of beating this maurader of humankind.

[Relic]

Thank you, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

A great singer lost to cancer. Cancer steal the best from us my friend. I didn't know and you honored him with your good words.
Coyote

[Relic]

Thank you, Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.