It's now, for the first, that I need strength.

For the first time now, I have no defence.

My system is breaking down, finally.

I may still find some reserve, some life left in me.

Time is not on my side, which I can face.

Years gone by, I wish that I had said.

All the things, that I was to frightened to say.

All the things, I said, that I shouldn’t have.

Wishing there, was still many years left.

Give me the final love I need, for family and friends.

The emotional, and physical pain in me.

An intelligent man, but I could not foresee.

Dark ages, years lost, from my siblings.

Sweet pain, and sympathy, wasted kisses.

On those who didn’t care, for which I cry.

Tears within me, as I smile to the world outside.

We fight, we fight, and win the battles.

But try, as I try, I will loss the war.

The cancer lives inside me, evicting me, from it.

The ‘whore’ of a ‘devil spawn‘ indiscriminate being.

A door will open, as those, of my life close.

Judgement past, as I move up, the list of demise.

Closer and closer, from light to dark.

To become, an eternity of memories.

Hold on, hold on, while I still have my mind.

No praying angels, no tears, or regrets.

I have been bad, but now there is good in me.

For the life I have left, let that be what others see.

‘The show must go on‘, ‘la de da‘ the world will say.

Grimacing at such pity, will be their mistake.

Like many before, and after me, cancer will survive.

Not in me, once gone, it will seek, as it finds a fresh vessel.

Black as death, fight on, fight on, those left behind.

Let it live within, tumours on borrowed time.

Medical false insecurity, as it nonchalantly prowls.

Science, I believe in time, will stamp the ’bastard’ out.

So, while me, and others, so many world wide.

Fight, and fight, winning the battles, but never the war.

Judgement day, will come to those who wait.

Patience, promise's, treatment's, for some, its too late.

If ever, I was asked, to give my advice.

Many fools may choose too, god bless them.

A day at a time, a moment at a time, dream.

Live, smile, love, and party, as it maybe your last.

(Photography by Gary Peters)