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Nobody 'beats' cancer, Jack.
It is a sleeping monster under the skin,
waking to slide unsuspected
into the monkey-bars of bones.
It plays when it wants to,
comes and goes
at its leisure.
You saw Venice and Africa,
when you were strong.
You claimed dominion
but you were wrong.
The stars may be infinite;
you are not.
| yes, at the mercy of cancer...it creeps around and under the bones...like a child playing on the monkey bars...nice analogy there.|
this poem has strong pull..
so does mortality...we need to make the most of what we have and what we get to do...it won't last forever...and for some, the time is even shorter...life is fleeting.
only suggestion for revision..unnecessary "but" in last line...the one above suffices.
|| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] || We are simply at the mercy of what makes us mortal. When compared to "sunsets", "Venice" and "Africa" and other things of beauty which will remain after we're gone, we shrink to such levels of insignificance.|
Another great write...
|| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] ||| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] |