Ruth's Poem

My girlriend Ruth wrote me a poem in response to my battle with malignant Melnoma. Here it is:


So you think you're the only one

Life is here now, what are you waiting for?

Do over?

More time

A better body

So you think you're the only one

With wet dreams?

Who was first

Or last

So you think you're the only one

Who's alive?

Or dying

Painfuly reminishing

So you think you're the only one

Who's laughing?

Grin to grin

Smile, erase the face

So you think you are the only one

To become?

Yes, become

Become what?

The only one? Yes.

by Ruth RIffe