and now for some dodgy poetry...

I wrote this about a year ago after hearing some bad news concerning a friend who is ill and who according to the medical profession didn't have long... sometimes they get it wrong...This was borne out of a sense of frustration but knowing THERE IS HOPE...

We are forgotten and discarded
A wasteland and vacant lot
We threw our arms around you
And you give us what is not
You turned your back and laughed
As you dragged us through this place
Leaving us with nothing
but dirt in our nails and on our face
but you will not overcome
this death is the not the end
we can feel the smile of love
beckoning as a friend
and we hold onto promises given
‘I’ll fight for you, just hold you peace’

a better day is coming
grace leads us past where others cease