the weakling

The weakling

As a small boy, I had tuberculosis and all

the other illnesses one can have, I was thin a weakling

no thought I would live long.

The doctor had prescribed a half a bottle of cream

I could only gulp a handful and gave the rest to my sister.

Then when about thirteen all this changed I ate well

got the energy to run, cycling and football, I also tried boxing

which I was lousy at.

I grew taller than my siblings and thrived.

When in my twenties my brother died of a brain tumor,

and a few years later my sister.

My mother sank into a  depression she was unable

to get rid of her loss was.

I had the time of my life  and thought it was going

to last forever.

I’m in my eighties now and ponder why should

I live so long when the strong perished?

◄ the mourning

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Martin Elder

Sun 26th May 2019 18:40

I think to say simply I like this is not enough it is so evocative because of its raw truth. Thanks for posting Jan

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