Of Cancer

Cancer is a cruel creature,
That creeps up over time,
Insidiously, invidiously,
Violating in silence.

And even a man who is like an ox,
Who holds his head with pride,
Is brought to his knees,
By this invisible foe.

And despite the greatest foresight,
This timebomb ticks too quick,
And thoughts once so prominent,
Rest on words left unsaid.

Then in the final moments,
As cancer runs its wicked course,
When stoic silence is observed,
Pain is understood.

Leave your thought.