Strength For Terminal Illness
When we wake-up, there is pain
When we lay to rest, there is gain
Be it middle-aged or an illness
if we don’t try; there’s no bliss.
It’s easy to lounge in our P.J.’s; I swear
Forget about make-up and brushing our hair
But don’t forget; God gave us this task
He knew we could do it, without wearing our mask.
Everyone has a gift, you were given at birth
Some can be speakers, others teach this earth
Those with terminal illness are most special to me
For their strength bubbles over, for all of us to see.
Written by my feelings,
April 18, 2018