A pantoum poem
Tonight, Mr. Jagger whispers in my ear
“You can’t always get what you want”
It’s like he speaks for only me to hear
An assault on my ears, another taunt.
You can’t always get what you want,
No more trips below the knife.
An assault on my ears, another taunt
It’s like an epitaph of your life.
No more trips below the knife,
There was no healthy flesh to save
It’s like an epitaph of your life
When faced with disease, you were brave.
There was no healthy flesh to save,
You were given a year and lived for six
When faced with disease, you were brave
Your health was the one thing you couldn’t fix.
You were given a year and lived for six
I stood by your bed each day.
Your health was the one thing you couldn’t fix.
I begged for you not to stay.
I stood by your bed each day,
But I was not there when you died.
I begged for you not to stay.
After it all, it was me who cried.
Tonight, Mr. Jagger whispers in my ear
It’s like he speaks for only me to hear.