Note: This poem was written for my next-door neighbor, who has pancreatic cancer and about two or three weeks left to live.
I know the flow is a little bit off, but I was going more for meaning than flow.
I look into your eyes,
And the years reflect the pain.
A few more blue skies,
And the tears will come like rain.
The crisp, clear sun
Shines on this rainy day,
Telling you to have fun
But you have no way.
As death creeps closer,
Blowing wind upon your cheeks,
I know it is not over
Even though your life leaks.
Soon you'll be up above
Guarding us all.
The whole world will feel your love,
And you'll make the world feel small.
So don't shed another tear,
Frighten away your final fear.
Even though death creeps near,
You'll be in a better place, far better than here.

