A Need to Vent

Dedicated to my mum who died of Cancer in May of 2011. I still think of her everyday.

Once again, I feel, I'm crying inside;

Outside, I'm numb, no tears to hide;

 

Cancer and mum are now at war;

Emphysema's cough leaves mum sore;

 

Greed and Bureaucracy make me ill;

It's only money that determines mum's will;

 

Treated are the rich, the poor overlooked;

Money's a b***h when you're not booked;

 

If you're poor, the doctors wait and wait;

Then wait some more till it's too late;

 

If you're rich, doctors jump to cure;

The thickness of your purse is their main lure;

 

The prettier you look, the younger you be;

Doctors'll do anything to open their minds and see;

 

But long years pass and age wearies beauty;

And poor seniors are overlooked due to lack of money.

 

So now mum has cancer, emphysema and more;

She's accepted her fate, no tears anymore.

Reviews

[J.Michele]

This is very deep and emotional. What a beautiful but sorrowful poem. To be able to manipulate words with so much emotion is spectacular and shows your incredible talent.

[TigerSpirit]

Thanks so much, I keep getting told that, I guess I'm my own worst critic :)