Standing by his side

I asked the old man a question He did not have an answer. He just lay staring at the cieling, Fighting the war of cancer. I sat by his side, Praying that he would be ok. crying on his old hand, Begging him to stay. Staring deeply into his lifeless eyes, holding his hand tight. I wish I would have known, That he was going to die that night. I didnt leave the room, until they had taken him away. I still prayed to a god that didnt exist, That he would be ok. Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 03:01 AM PST, Joshua   0 • 10