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The Hand of the Carpenter

A Prostate Cancer Poem

The “C” word is a mystery,
Revealing the Great Unknowns.
“What? Where?, How long?”, I ask,
And will I fight alone?

Chemo? Surgery? Radiation?
Will I lose my hair, my “pep”?
Dedicated professionals will plan the battle,
And monitor every step.

I must prepare for side effects,
And gird for a lifetime fight.
I’ll take my meds and lie on beds
With precision laser for a light.

The Enemy’s greatest weapon is Fear.
I engaged him with warriors’ prayers.
I parried with the Sword of Truth,
And gained strength from everywhere.

I placed my trust in the Keeper
Of the keys to heaven, and to hell.
I took the hand of the Carpenter
And today, I rang the bell.

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