Guest Speaker Poem by Keith Langdon

A nurse
(who works with dying patients)
introduced us to her friends today:

The bald little girl
with the cancerous eyes
The pregnant man
with the kidney tumor
The father
eaten away by the tentacles of a mole

Some of us cried when we met them -
felt the need to touch someone,
share the hurt.

Some snickered.
(if you never look Death in the face
He won't find you)