I compose this after attending an old classmate’s wake. This poem is a remembrance of him.


A sinking titanic, happens so fast,
on a rapid roller slope, truly aghast,
five weeks, body burdened by pain,
diagnosis, treatment options end in vain.
Now he rest in silent, painless comfort,
No time and energy for reconciliation effort.
Grudges they hold, hard to let go,
love turn sour, vinegar too good to throw.
When feeling cracks, the cells go mad,
hurt fuels blame, fire chokes, life is sad.

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