She died of that disease so long ago,
Taken from us too young it is a fact;
She is in a better spot we all know,
Escaped to an eternal golden tract.
Disease cares not for family concern,
Nor plays favorites with any loved one;
Good memories nor tender times discern,
To pick and choose beyond it’s powers sum.
Hereditary Cancer does push action:
We know our time on Earth is all too brief,
To grand goals and ambition does sanction
this scourge of humankind that brings such grief…
Run swift my relatives in your pursuits,
Before the funeral home dons our last suits.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Epitaph for James Smith by Robert Burns
- Light The Festive Candles
- Vaishnavi Prakash by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Songwriting Tip – Structure of a Pop Song
- Isabella or The Pot of Basil poem – John Keats poems
- tears.html
- Mother Teresa by Raj Napal
- Федор Сологуб – Сладко мечтается мне
- Sonnet. If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain’d poem – John Keats poems
- Robert Burns: It Was A’ For Our Rightfu’ King:
- Gimmick In A Geisha by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Grandeur Of Ghosts by Siegfried Sassoon
- Autumn Day by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Vagina Envy by Nin Andrews
- Told by Philip Levine
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
