We Empathize
It is stated most sincerely
yet there is a note of casual
condescension in the observation
that a youngish and robust man
on the very verge of retirement
now languishing in the swiftly
arrived final stage of a viciously
inoperable cancer for which the
prognosis is understandably bleak,
led a good and fulfilling life as
a respected member of academia.
He accomplished much, enjoyed
life to its fullest, made each
opportunity work to his advantage
and then, time and good fortune
hit the ultimate roadblock. He
does not ever recall making a
pact with Death, yet his time
has been called and the
Dread Angel beckons.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Labels:
Poetry
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