Resignation To Life.


We were leaving my lovers flat,

Another lady came out of her door.

“Hello Joy” Mary said,

“Hello Mary” Joy said.

I said hello as well,

I had never seen this lady.

As we walked along the corridor

She was chatting with me,

Her voice carried the sounds of happiness.

We were smiling and talking,

She was off to feed the birds,

Such a happy lady.

As we went our separate ways

I asked Mary about her.

She said “She is very ill,

She has cancer

And only has weeks to live,

As does her son

Who also has cancer”.

I was so shocked,

A lady so ill

But so full of happiness,

Showing that happiness to me.

A lady of accepted resignation to life,

And to life’s end.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2022 01:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Such a happy lady.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 32


  • orchidee

    A sensitive write Gold.

  • Neville

    a happy lady and a brave soul in the making ..

    • Goldfinch60

      Very true Neville.


    • dusk arising

      There are only two certainties in existence - birth and death. Might as well come to terms with the fact that we die eventually rather than living in fear of it. Once you've come to terms with it then you can get on with enjoying life.

      • Goldfinch60

        Certainly very true d a, enjoying life's every moment is so important.


      • Doggerel Dave

        Not much more to add after dusk got in first.

        When I'm here I'm here,
        When I'm not I'm not.
        Let’s not live in fear -
        Value what I’ve got.

        • Goldfinch60

          Yes, value what we have got each moment of our time Dave. Thank you.


        • Bella Shepard

          Such a beautiful poem, and reinforces the "Joy" of each moment of life. How wonderful that you met, and honored, someone who truly appreciates each precious moment. A wonderful write dear friend.

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you Bella, your words are much appreciated.


          • MendedFences27

            Sometimes, the bravest of us all are secretive. She felt no need to share her plight with a stranger. An uplifting though sad write Andy. - Phil A.

            • Goldfinch60

              Thank you Phil, yes you are right.


            • SureshG

              She chose, and in so choosing even cancer could not rob her of her smile. Even what befalls her son, does not rob her of her smile. She resigned to live her remaining days as she chooses.
              Thank you for letting us know that we have a choice.

              • Goldfinch60

                My pleasure Suresh, thank you for your comment.


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