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Am I So Different?
Am I so different because I've lost my hair,
is that the reason you feel a need
to stare,
am I so different because of things I cannot do,
does that really make me less normal than you,
Am
I so different, so different from you,
is making me uncomfortable a pleasure for you,
if my looks are upsetting to one
and all,
just try and remember that my life is no fun at all,
You see me like this and wince as I pass by,
never
once do you notice the tear in my eye,
it's not illness or pain that makes me cry,
its your stares and snide comments
as I walk by,
So, please, I implore you, take this to heart,
I am truly human, not a species apart,
this illness
is my burden, a heavy one too,
if not for a misfortune, this me could be you,
My life is now a battle,
this cancer
I must fight,
your cruel and hurtful prattle,
pains me day and night,
instead of pain and sorrow,
give me your
smile that's true and bright,
walk with me through each tomorrow,
don't shun me out of fright.
~Author Unknown
Where is ....
Where is the compassion,
where is the protection,
said to be forthcoming,
but
from what direction,
Where is the justice,
where is the promise,
this vow so lofty and tall,
of help for these
children, one and all,
These are just words so readily spoken,
the promises of orators, glib and crass,
as fragile
as crystal, flimsy as glass,
all so easily shattered or broken,
great vows uttered, of great aid on offer,
but rarely,
or rarely does coinage leave coffer.
So who can be called upon,
when the funds are near dry,
and the search must
go on,
upon who can we rely,
Rarely the public officials behind cold walls,
nor often political persons, their
parties or groups,
but we the people in our small troops,
raise the monies, and answer the calls
most often by fetes
and small stalls,
We are the love and compassion,
giving of ourselves in every fashion,
we are the ones, their
tears do dry
the parents and friends, you and I.
~Tony Williams - Broken Hill NSW
Cancer
Can you but feel my sorrow, can you feel my pain,
or even see my tears falling
like rain,
know of the sickness and of the strain,
all of this I must endure again and yet again.
All of the drugs, the chemicals too,
the treatments I go though,
from all
those injections,
come bruises often black and blue.
Now I look so different, now often I look strange,
for in this battle my body
must change,
to defeat this cruel killer,
my life I must re-arrange.
Cells in my body are me trying to kill,
to win this great fight I must have
the will,
your help and love is all that I ask,
to get me though this onerous task.
Every day and every night,
against this cancer I must battle and fight,
while
I cry and weep,
this single thought I keep.
Reclaim my life, reclaim my right,
keeps me going night after night,
to live
and to love as is my right,
I will not surrender, I will always fight.
~Author Unknown
Just for Lorrae............ from Dad.
I dreamt of your hair like ripened corn,
I
saw your eyes of wonderful blue,
a smile so sweet, a heart so true,
a daughter I wanted, a proud father for you,
all
that I wanted and my wish did come true,
To bath you or feed you was never a chore,
to read you a story, never a
bore,
to walk with you, talk with you,
these things we would do,
my love and protection I gave gladly to you
I
give them now and forever more,
I've watched you grow, learn wrong from right
watched as you slept on many a night,
these
are not a duty but a true fathers' right,
born under the sign that has threatened your life,
these past months have
been pain, sorrow and strife,
but right here beside you is where I have been,
that is what being a father really should
mean,
To stand by you through thick or through thin,
to keep open my heart to shelter you in,
no matter how difficult,
painful or bad,
stressful, depressing or sad,
things always seem brighter when you call me Dad,
I've watched
as you battled, suffered and fought,
and screamed with frustration for I could do naught,
to ease you, help you or even
take it away,
I sat there helpless day after day
with strength and with courage you found the answer,
to defeat this
cruel enemy, this insipid thing called Cancer.
~Tony Williams - Broken Hill NSW
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