A poem inspired by my Grand Father, and his fight against skin cancer. |
HEAT …… Yet again you’ve snuck up on me. Creeping from behind, like a wild animal stalking its prey. I knew you would return. I knew I could not avoid this day. In Winter I wished for you, but to no avail. Instead, I was bombarded by your brothers, Rain, Wind and Hail. Now you’re here I curse you, like a man would if he had hit his hand with a hammer. You are like a shot of alcohol, some would say, a Tequila Slammer!. I know time will pass as it always does, and soon you’ll be gone. Once more, I’ll yet again yearn for you, like a lost love. Until then these minutes seem like hours and these hours like days. “ HEAT “ – you can kill a man, but unlike a bullet, you have no swift and deadly blow. Just an constant attack, with your war of attrition, burning a mark on my back. In the Desert is where you thrive. You leave no survivors. No one can escape alive. No water in sight, I wouldn’t call that a fair fight!. I must travel now. I’ve waited long enough. Its only a short drive in the evening,….when you’re not so Tough !. I cover up with Cream to fight your scorching rays. I won’t fall prey to you, as my Grandfather did, back in the so called, “ Good Old Days “. You marked him well. He didn’t have what we today call, SPF 30. Still you didn’t care, you “ PLAY DIRTY “. Even in the Winter , you left him scared and sore – skin graphs on his arms and face. As a child I was told not to trust you, even with your bright shinny face. “ HEAT “ – I can’t avoid you “ HEAT “ – even in my house, you try burn me. “ HEAT “ !!!. |