Moving On
There needs to be, of course, a time
For moving on – it is sublime;
Support for us within a group –
It carries us through treatment's route.The end, it comes quite differently
For each of us, I've come to see;
For some it's death more soon than late,
And some just don't participate.But me? It's time for me to go
And graduate – it should be so;
New folks arrive, the old ones leave,
And some have died – for them I grieve.But one more time I will attend –
Not just through mail or poems send
My fond farewell and heartfelt thanks
For friends who stood with me on banks –Of river I thought I might cross
Before my time – we faced our loss
Of innocence about this life
In midst of cancer-laden strife.“Some graduate from here”, they'll say
To others coming there someday;
“Stu faced all this, now has moved on –
The light that's dim – perhaps it's dawn.”Through that dark hour you carried me;
My attitude you helped to be
Much better than it was before
I crossed the threshold of your door.A door of hope you offered me –
“Walk through it, Stu, and joyful be;
Don't let them get your joy”, said she,
“Live life your way – triumphant be.I will be back if things go bad;
For now, I'm well, and I am glad
I've walked these miles with you my friends –
My future starts – but road now bends.Thanks from the bottom of my heart;
May God be with you as we part;
I hope your treatments do the trick,
And you, like me, soon cancer lick.Thanks,
Stu.navigation