I cannot move for all my pain
Which reminds me of my tumours reign;
Upon my body I have no control
The beast within has taken hold.
The briefest hope that it has gone
Let’s me think that I have won.
So I will take your given drug
And dream of my grandchild’s hug.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2017) Poetry for business: fired by passion. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. LIFE BEYOND THE BEAST. Page Number 22.

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