A tear shed no reason to laugh
Refusing to listen don’t want to talk
Don’t want to leave the house for an emotional walk
A recluse who sits at home forgetting real life
A heart ripped apart by a razor sharp knife
Not knowing what will happen, head in a spin
A fight that must be fought, a fight to win
The news leaked and the flock begin to meet
Neighbours whispering in the cold, empty street
Once proud a shadow of a former self
Realising money is no substitute for health
How long to live? The question to ask
Unsure of the answer, a difficult task
Days, weeks, months maybe even years
A handkerchief required to wipe away the lonely tears
The illness researched and a glimmer of hope
Life reluctantly balanced on the thinnest tight rope
An operation needed, you enter the hospital door
Success at last, now the sun will rise once more
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