Gary Power

A Cure

How would it feel?
The question occurred
As I moved through my busy day undisturbed,
To be challenged by illness,
And ever reminded
That our lives are short
And often we’re blinded
To the value of love and friendship and joy
Or the plight of a neighbor
Who cannot enjoy
These gifts that daily
We take so for granted.
How would it feel?
I thought as I spent
The fruits of my labor
On baubles and rent
How would it feel?
If life weren’t so sure
And instead of these trifles
I dreamt of a cure.

Gary Power