..The Life Of The New Cancer Victim.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i saw the one
drooping with white hair

mouth covered to avoid
infection

she says he needs
more sessions for the chemotherapy

she lost hope but he insists
there is

first time to see him
after two years and then

i sit on one of those
breakfast tables of the center

thinking like the way my wife does
everything in life is fair

what you took shall be always,
as always, given back

your hands cannot hold anything
you body cannot.