Ray Hurst - Frankly My Dear

Frankly, my dear, we cancer patients don’t give a damn…

We leap off cliff tops, naked, and hang-glide down to the beach
Where we make passionate love to our partners and then scoff two
99s – each.
We jet off for tea in China and roam about Rome full of airs
And when we get back to England, we rampage like Legionnaires.
We go to the opera and football and shout down the phone when on hold
We’re mad buggers and we like it – we’re bad, dangerous and bold.
(Want to pass me to your supervisor, I’ll make sure you’ll do as you’re told) .
It’s all show, of course, we’re frightened that time is slipping by.
The po-faced grim reaper is waiting, he knows we’re going to fry.
Time hustles and pushes us onwards, towards we know not what
There’s a bit of sand left leaking through – but we know there’s not a lot.
O let not Time deceive you, you cannot conquer time,
The poet said so wisely in another, better rhyme.
But when the reaper comes calling, I’ll drink with him for luck,
For frankly, my dear, we cancer patients couldn’t give a ****

© Ray Hurst, Goring-on-Thames, England, November 2004.

Ray Hurst

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