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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.

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

The mind can be a terrible place,
as thoughts, with worries, enters,
to interfere with the logic of your mind.
Never fear. Think and believe, you will see.

It's the little things,
I miss most in this new life.
When my love, my rock
is no longer here. My wife.

What happens,
when you're told,
"You're very sick, now,
but hey! You're old."

Just one moment,
is what I say.
If you can't be positive,
please go away.

I feel better than
I have for years,
so please don't,
bring up old fears.

You've lived a long life,
isn't that enough?
Well, ok, so what?
I will be tough,

I will fight,
this dreaded disease.
When I win,
I'll be at ease.

A time of life, I am now aware,
for I know about when I will leave,
this world. Stage 4 Liver/Prostate Cancer,
a statement about your life's end.
At this point in time friends, always
important are more now than ever.

At this stage of life,
another step toward,
the final outcome,
of a life lived, with joy.

No matter why,
I need a reason.
All I need is to talk,
about you. Tis the season.

Stay strong, my friend,
you must do so every day,
for if you weaken,
your dream goes away.

I have too many words,
stuck in my head.
Some about youthful dreams,
and about looking ahead.

Why look ahead,
you have been told the news,
"Your life choices are over,
You can no longer choose."

I can still find a way,
to fight this disease, and choose,
a path of courage,
to win and not lose.

I choose life,
above all the rest,
to fight the good fight,
by becoming my best.

I will not quit.
I will not stop.
I will continue to fight,
until I tire and drop.

I will get up,
arise from the fray
and live my life,
until the end of my day.

A chalky dust, coated the shelf,
where memories once stood, alone,
Each with a story.
A story of hard work, dedication,
and devotion to training.

Six days a week with one day off.
Running 7 to 8 miles per day, except
on Sunday, when the distance
was increased to 10 or 15 miles.

Memories, reappear, about the pain.
Running a 10K or a marathon.
It was work but very joyful,
when you finally finished. Then it was
more like an extended jog.