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
- Степан Щипачев – Не громок, не бросок мой стих
- Sappho to Phaon (Ovid Heroid XV) poem – Alexander Pope
- Reply to a Trimming Epistle, received from a Tailor by Robert Burns
- Memory poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Владимир Луговской – Пила
- A Desolate Shore by William Ernest Henley
- Waking up on a rainy morning by Preeth Nambiar
- Юрий Коринец – Старухи
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- Витамины
- Владимир Луговской – Пепел
- My Words Embrace by Mary Etta Metcalf
- The Morning Of The Day Appointed For A General Thanksgiving. January 18, 1816 by William Wordsworth
- Robert Burns: The Posie :
- An Epitaph On Mr. Fishborne The Great London Benefactor, And His Executor by William Strode
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).
