by David Skolnik

Created on: July 23, 2011   Last Updated: July 24, 2011

I remember him as a strapping young man,

So muscular, so fit,

His body just wouldn't quit.

A work ethic so precise,

He would sacrifice his body,

No matter the price.

One day, so suddenly,

Cancer came calling to this wonderful man,

No longer in control of his fate,

He holds onto  life,

Whichever way he can.

Now a skeletal mess,

He flashes a winning smile,

Refusing to relinquish his soul,

To the cancerous beast.

He grabs my hand,

Squeezes it tight,

And utters,

"This is not a goodbye,"

I'll be seeing you one night."

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