A dear friend called me yesterday,
To inquire,”How are you?”
I answered,”Fine, no problems here!”
Yet this was far from true.
I’d stubbed my toe, lost my job,
The pipes had burst, pup had died,
But so my voice would not crack,
I swallowed hard.. and lied.
My friend , I know, suffers more,
From the ills this life can throw.
Terminal cancer for many months now,
With very few left to go.
She deserves only joyful voice,
A smiling , carefree face.
To be her last remaining memories,
As she embarks to leave this place.
