Malignancy, sorry to say.

I can waste a body
I can shatter dreams
I can raise my threat
Through a thousand schemes.
I can rob a home
I can stunt a life
I can tear the bond
Of a man and wife.



I can pull the blind
Down on hope or joy
And the neighbours’talk
I will oft’ employ
They have heard the tales
Of the soul that wails.
And will linger
Only to crash in time.
Friends may show up
Giving some good report
Urging one last push
So that spirit climbs.



But it troubles me
That a few gain power
As they choose to smile
In my meanest hour.
As they give loud thanks
For a life to date
And they lean on Christ
For tomorrow’s fate.