(This poem is a collaboration with Sandra Lopez Lambert.)
the day that I was diagnosed I feared for those I loved the most how would they live on? how long could I be strong? what will happen to my boy? who will buy for him a toy? after I am gone who'll play with him upon the lawn? it's so unfair, it's so unfair it's not me without my hair and then some days I just don't care and helplessness surrounds me I'm at the end, I'm at the end I need to know that we'll transcend hate and greed and war and my children will live forever more I used to be a big sensation filled with righteous indignation now I'm a guy who's going to die and I'm all about forgiveness I go back and forth 'tween pain and hope and the foggy mind that comes from dope but I know I have more life to live more laughs to laugh, more love to give In the time I have I want to be like a sailor who, once lost at sea, found his way home to friendly faces and gained his welcome in many places and although it must come down to this the birthdays and the weddings that I'll miss don't cry for me when I am gone love and laugh and carry on
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