Poetry: No More Quarters

Soaring to vast heights,

Dropped to deep valleys below

On Cancer’s Coaster Ride of Life

Fate’s Hand, deposits a quarter
Taunt me, thrill me, spasms of fear

A captive audience, strapped in

Unrestrained whirlpools of energy

A quarter drops, the ride starts again

More Chemo, surgeries, tests, and scans

Round and round, up and down

Dizzy though I be,

A quarter drops

In the distance Father-time sharply brakes,

Pulling back Fate’s lever

I stand healthfully on solid ground

Life, finally deplete of quarters