Poem: Cheers


The coffee is decidedly mediocre.
Still, it beats being dead.

Morbid thoughts? Perhaps.
But then again, you are alive,

three years past surgery
and radiation, and other abuses of a body

in the interest of just this, a chance
to sip mediocre coffee on a rainy morning

and like it.

About this poem

Ties into my essay earlier this morning about the third anniversary of my cancer surgery.


One comment

  1. I can’t believe it’s been three years. I am so glad you are through all that and able to enjoy mediocre coffee!

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