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Please explain to me,
what is life all about.
Born in a whisper,
then on our way out.

Life is too short,
people will say,
but they do nothing,
except get in the way.

Once upon a time
there was a man,
who thought he would,
live forever.

Forever, is not quantifiable,
therefore, it was not ad infinitum.
What once was a lifetime,
becomes short when you are told,
you have three to four months to live.

A hard reality, yet it now is my destiny
to fight this Stage 4, Pancreatic cancer,
with all means, positive attitude, support
and most importantly, not tire and quit.
I will not go gently into the good night.

A seduction,
may occur,
when the mind is ready,
and if the body is pure.

Words, well written,
are sweet as honey,
if said in the moment,
you may be in the money.

As we move through life,
we may find visiting others,
when their life wanes,
to hear their words again.

It will be a great reason,
when we all gather,
we'll talk about each other,
we won't discuss the weather.

We will talk again,
when seasons change,
nothing else will matter,
if we move and rearrange.

Another time to gather,
if you know and can tell,
we will meet again,
at a time we all know well.

Days will come.
Days will pass,
Before you know it.
Today's your last.

No flipping the switch
or emptying the tower,
for that is only in support,
when you cut terminal power.

A hand protruded from
the base of the wall.
Strange I said,
Is that all?

It appears to be,
that way for sure.
What was he thinking,
how did he endure?

It was easier,
than you might think,
when you are stuck,
beneath the sink.

Under the sink,
did you say?
He was alone working,
he wasn't at play.

What does this have to do
with the hand protruding
from the wall? I must
now tell you, nothing at all.

No one has said,
Life will be easy.
No one has said,
Life will be hard.

Please tell me,
why I can no longer,
play in your yard?
Must I act, stronger?

To deliver, the time,
for the coming day,
must I now flee
and soon runaway?

Do you understand,
what life is about?
It's not aways a whisper,
but is often a shout.

Sometimes, I think
of all of the inanity,
as I experience, walking
on the edge of insanity.

When reason and logic,
crumble and fail,
do you find yourself,
locked in a mental jail?

Driving down the highway,
going lickety split,
I felt a bump, as if
it was something I hit.

I stopped the car,
as quick as I could.
Feeling awkward, I saw,
I had misunderstood.

Out in the highway,
in the middle of the road,
there stood a species,
of an orange, spotted Toad.

"Why did you hit me?"
the toad began to speak.
I looked and said,
oh, you orange, spotted geek.

Why were you in the roadway,
when you should have been in the bog?
Don't worry about me he said,
I'm not your ugly dog.

Cloth tails with string,
fluttering on a beach somewhere,
as kites, a streaming string,
soar into the breezy seaside air.

One moment alone,
is all I ask, to be with you.
To see the smile on your face,
and those brown eyes, too.

So many years we lived together,
in good times, bad times never,
oft forgotten as we would make up,
and be the loving couple forever