Some die with cancer
I am dying with age
What’s the difference
Between age and cancer
Both are ways
Of getting rid of you
From this earth
When you are no longer needed
To be part of this play
Nothing to despair
Nothing to hold on to
Just a gentle letting go
As what grew organically
Dissolves organically
At least the body does
But those damn dreams
They do not die
Do they
And surreptitiously await
In the darkness of the backstage
To be called back again
Upon this stage.
Know Thyself 