Pancreatic cancerA Poem by Linda alexander
A guest visited
There were no courteous calls A guest visited from some where Guest claimed he is not a guest He is a changed system of my own There were no warnings of his visit He simply said come and hold my hand I will take you to cross this bridge I am known as pancreatic cancer stage four Painless journey if you come with me I told him I can not come at least for some time He held my hands and he dragged me to death © 2025 Linda alexander |
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Added on December 7, 2025 Last Updated on December 7, 2025 AuthorLinda alexanderNew Hyde Park, NYAboutI am a writer and I used to write since I was nineteen years old. I grew up in a house with huge library. I read some of those books to be accurate I will say very few. I saw individuals reading day a.. more.. |

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