I know I've never met you,
So it will be pretty hard
To say what needs saying.
Please don't pay me disregard.

I was sick with cancer once,
But I found it pretty quick.
Some of us have all the luck,
I'm so sorry that you're sick.

I'll never know how it feels
To know the end is coming.
But please hold on for a bit,
Brad's having trouble drumming.

His bounce, which once was jumpy,
Has all but faded away.
His laughing smile, I can't see.
Is he waiting for your day?

This poem may never help you,
And it may never help me.
I can't say what needs saying
With this rhyming harmony.

So from here on I'll free verse if you don't mind
I'd hate to break your flow
But worse things can happen
If we, too soon, let go.

(Sorry, but I couldn't help but rhyme
It was just too good of a setup.)

Know that I pray for you
Each and every day
to get better
to grow stronger
that God will make this easier
on you
on Brad

Who knows?
Maybe someday we'll compare scars.