A Poem
when Cancer, you get cancer
we won’t light the night
our funds will be exhausted
you won’t have the will to fight
when Cancer, you get cancer
no beautiful replacement hair will fit
no meal trains will be arranged
no prayers on lips will sit
no rides to the treatment center
no hook ups to the medical weed
no morphine button to pretend to
think your body’s freed
no experimental trial to try
no one will mourn your life not lived
no trucks to find a match for you
no donations will we give
when Cancer, you get cancer
it will rot your ever dreams
we won’t be there to fear you
or your gasping pleading screams
your orphans will never join you
no colored ribbons we will tie
no standing room only funeral
and no one, no one
will cry.
© Samantha Lazar 2019
Samantha Lazar, Writer 