A Bullet Dodged
My dad would say when he’d been ill
‘a touch of flu though not my will – I’ll take
In stride, adjust my pace, and for the rest
Ask Heaven’s grace’.When colon cancer raised its head, and threatened
Me to soon be dead, I’d seen it as a
Speed bump near, rejecting it as new
Career – but twists and turns, events
And whack then called attention to my
Track through tricky traffic on
Life’s path, till now –
Things settle down at last.“A touch of cancer’s all I’ve had", and from my
View of journey sad, I got off lucky – not
Like dad, whose fate was sealed when
Late they found his colon cancer –
It had spread, so “four short
Months was all” they said –
And each our lives with
Change abrupt made course-adjustments but his luck
Though bad for him – good in me seen
Through early capture in the screen.My journey’s struggle with that fate was locused in
A small mistake – which snowballed
On towards a doom that grew in size –
Horizon loomed – that bullet headed straight
For me flew swiftly by – to my
Relief – but choices made by
Me and them, raise now
For both of us, ‘Ahem’.For you and I, of course, my dear, our lifestyle
Choices brought us here – for them I hope they
Change their ways that others do not end
Their days with needless death or
Troublous life, as games
Are played amidst the
Strife. Mistakes, admitted,
Owned, attacked, are
Soon corrected – back on track. Early
Detection’s grace has been, the bullet’s name –
“mistake unseen”.Perfection’s not a worthy stance, far better “backup’s
Second chance”. Perfection’s star gives us
Direction, amidst the swirl
Of imperfection, but when we there
Our house create, we set ourselves
Up for a fate that dooms
Us to a crises sore
Like that of mine – and
Many more.Come on, you doctors, knock it off, admit you’re
Human, we’ll not scoff, or chide or
Reprimand the errors made us by
Your hand, if you will come and
Walk with us, and understand
In stressed-out fuss –
We really do appreciate
Your efforts for us soon –
Or late.navigation