there is a time <br />and i know it has dawned upon you <br />late that night <br />that you do not want any pore of your skin <br />or tip of your hair <br />for another scrutinizing <br />scan <br /> <br />cancer is just a cell <br />that screams and goes berserk <br />runs amok <br />in those complacent organs <br />and chokes everyone that <br />it meets <br /> <br /> <br />soon it will be a time-bomb that explodes <br />and kills all those <br />innocent bystanders <br /> <br />you are prepared i know <br />and there is nothing to worry <br /> <br />cancer is your paid ticket to another trip <br />this time <br /> <br /> the place will be exciting <br />exotic <br /> <br />or quixotic <br /> <br />since everyone goes there anyway <br />and those who left earlier <br /> <br />so far did not come back to report <br />about such an <br />enigmatic travel <br /> <br />look for a travelogue <br />there are no notes <br /> <br />enjoy the trip <br />grab the ticket <br />it is free <br /> <br />the flight is certain <br />nothing canceled <br />nothing rerouted <br /> <br />but this time there are no duty free stores around <br /> <br />you are <br /> <br /> <br />alone..... <br /> <br /> <br />(perhaps still scared) and you look at the announcing electronic board <br /> <br />there is no fixed time yet <br /> <br />oh yes, the doctor will tell <br />you approximately <br /> <br />not the travel agent of yours<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cancer-notification/
