God wants to kill me. I know, because He told me.
I don't know why. But then again, maybe I do.
Was I too joyful? Was I too happy in this world of pain and suffering?
Or was I too melancholy, too fatalistic for a believer in God?
Was it the sins and transgressions I committed in the ignorance of my youth?
Or was it nothing at all, simply the natural progression of order to entropy,
Of vitality to torpidity?
At the end, it does not matter. I am resigned, if not fully ready.
My friends pray for me for more time. God bless them.
Stop it, I can't. Delay it, maybe.
But why? God has decreed this, and I love God enough to accept it.
All I ask of God is the chance to see my Bride once more. If even for a second.
God can kill me anytime now.
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Or so they tell me. Nice ending.
I don't think God has anything to do with it. Cancer treatment has progressed to where most cancers are treated and the unfortunate recipient lives on.
Your poem seems fatalistic. And it may be. Time to get your act together. I have because I know, at my age, good health can turn into a nightmare overnight. Best to be prepared and accepted for what it is, like you seem to have, something we all go through. Will living a little longer make any difference? My partner wants to be rid of me after taking care of me 24/7 for 29 years with no end in sight. I'm fine with going now and letting her live free from me for the rest of her life.
Ron
Aloha, -K2