She died of that disease so long ago,
Taken from us too young it is a fact;
She is in a better spot we all know,
Escaped to an eternal golden tract.
Disease cares not for family concern,
Nor plays favorites with any loved one;
Good memories nor tender times discern,
To pick and choose beyond it’s powers sum.
Hereditary Cancer does push action:
We know our time on Earth is all too brief,
To grand goals and ambition does sanction
this scourge of humankind that brings such grief…
Run swift my relatives in your pursuits,
Before the funeral home dons our last suits.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Михаил Ломоносов – Надпись 1 к статуе Петра Великого
- Владимир Орлов – Дядя Миша на печи
- Василий Курочкин – Ни в мать, ни в отца
- The Harbour by Winifred Mary Letts
- Not Goo Hwome To-Night by William Barnes
- For My People by Margaret Walker
- The Pleasures Of Friendship by Stevie Smith
- A Winter’s Tale by Sylvia Plath
- Наум Коржавин – Памяти Герцена или Баллада об историческом недосыпе
- Олег Бундур – Переселение
- Essential Beauty by Philip Larkin
- Our Be’thplace by William Barnes
- Eclogue X by Virgil
- Mowgli’s Song by Rudyard Kipling
- You Ask Me, Why, Tho’ Ill at Ease poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
