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“At least you have your health.”
– isn’t that what they say?
But what about you, as you pray and decay,
You haven’t got your health,
nor your wealth,
nor your youth,
Neither have you gotten the truth.
It took your hair,
It even took your fair –
skin. Reshaped, remade,
removal of the infection, for what you paid.
But this wasn’t what you paid for,
& now those things they told you, that lore –
What was if for?
What was it –
for five years, if you’re lucky?
Hold out for that 17% chance, if you’re plucky.
But It took that too,
& all that’s left to take is you,
& you are all I’ve got
left to hold
to be forgot.
For, you are
what I’ve got;
I won’t let It take
you to that place we forsake.
I won’t go there,
I refuse to despair.
& your wealth,
Forget your youth
& the truth
– you thought you knew
but you don’t, so don’t stew
in what was, or could have been, in another life;
this is your lot, rife with strife –
I’m so sorry, so … So, I’m
nauseated most of the time,
But, I won’t let it take me there
Even through tears, I’ll refuse to despair.
I’ll refuse, even when it comes
to take you, & it drums
your last beats, I’ll refuse.
& if they
ever try to accuse
you of giving-up, living
you better believe I won’t be forgiving.
& I’ll live everyday defending
this idea we have of unending
Grace, even if we are pretending.
– as if it’s not impending,