43 Is Too Young!

“Do not go gentle into that good night.”
So we are told by those who do not fight
But bodies grow so weary in the strife
Where cruelly mutant cells are growing rife

And after all that could be done was done
A month or two of fam’ly, friends and sun
But nature gives and takes remorselessly
And listens not to any family’s plea.

Now wearied of the constant battle strain
So tired of being tired and all the pain
Rest now with loving family at your bed
Where mem’ry stays, though your loved soul has fled.

7 Responses

  1. I wept, again. Thank you.

  2. I cried writing it.

  3. Sehr geEhrter Archie

    I’m so sorry – is there anything we can do to help ?

    Your obedient servant etc

    G E

  4. G. Eagle, there is nothing to be done. But thank you for your comment. It helps to fill some of the great emptiness we feel at a time like this.

  5. Sehr geEhrter Aerchie

    Courage, mon Brave, Courage

    You know where we are, if anything comes to mind – you have so many friends, all over the World with the help of Madame la Internet

    Keep writing …. and shewing us your wonderful photos

    Your obedient servant etc
    and kind regards

    G Eagle

  6. *hugs back*. Thank you.

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