HOW I WISH

The higher power must save me

You see...

My brain tumour has engulfed my persona

Now..a loner ...

In my mind

I, at times cannot recognise the kind..

And love you, my family and friends afford...

Oh lord Let me sit by you

I will not annoy, but will be honest and true

My ailment

I will not lament

My bad days, not mention

Or seek undue attention

From your being

As I know you are all seeing

So a word or action is not required..from...me

But your hand on my knee

Will give me the reassurance

And emotional insurance

To accept the future

A cure

May not materialise

So those around me ...their eyes....

May spout tears a plenty

But whatever my age, 5, 25 or two score and twenty...

This cancer has come

And deal with it I have as best I can

But whether I be child, man or woman

It is indiscriminate

And the price I pay.. the ultimate

So I wish...

As it would be.. remiss...

Of me.. dear lord your hand on my knee

Will, wherever I am in the universe... give me solace

And the smile on my face

That those I love and who I love too will forever take me and them.... to a happy place.

PHILIP JEREMY WILSON

Written in The Poetry Factory 3rd September 2021

I recently rode 284 miles of a 274 mile Brain Tumour Trust challenge for friends like these