There are no more bad days.
There are moments
of ingratitude
of rage
of self-pity
of hatred.
Those do not last.
There are
friends
family
caregivers
kind strangers.
These are evergreens.
Bad moments need not
become bad days.
The song of life
plays on between them.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
There are no more bad days.
There are moments
of ingratitude
of rage
of self-pity
of hatred.
Those do not last.
There are
friends
family
caregivers
kind strangers.
These are evergreens.
Bad moments need not
become bad days.
The song of life
plays on between them.
The cancer has returned. I will begin treatment later this month. Thank you to my many friends here for your continued support.
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