On Vsiting A Friend With Cancer
Between us is the cancer,
Neither enemy or friend,
Impersonal, an object for discussion.
I sit, talk and wonder.
He talks of past, present and future;
Planning for the time when IT has gone:
Days out, holidays and rounds of golf.
I sit, think and wonder.
Stoic, matter of fact,
Quietly brave, I hear of nights of pain
But no self-pity. He smiles.
I sit question and wonder -
Could I be like this?
poem by Maurice Challen
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