(A sonnet, dedicated to Matthew Galsky, M.D.)

I’ve written many poems this faded year.
Poetry I raised against my death.
Poems of joy and love and pain and fear:
To form my legacy and funeral wreath.
Poems of loving life; and thanking God—
The Giver—though the taker, too, He be.
I’m soon to burn to ash—or turn to sod—
My life’s time lost to death’s eternity.
But I could have died before, instead.
When cancer caught me in a trap of terror,
I felt unloved and lost—as if now dead
I had no one to be my sorrow’s sharer.
Then Matt Galsky cared—befriending me:
Leaning on him, I wrote my legacy.

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Written by Michael L. P. 
aka MLLP, aka Mr. Poet, aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC
(I'm just me)
Written on Thursday, March 25, 2010  5:55 am   
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