A clever lady with a ready smile
Will always stop and chat a while
But behind the eyes something unsaid
I'm not well; I've got cancer in my head.

She carries on her life each day
Rolls with life's waves easy sway
But now finds it hard to leave her bed
Because she has cancer in her head.

No angry words and no "why me"?
With gritted teeth she shuns pity
She accepts her path of life has led
To getting cancer in her head.

She went the way she wanted to
No fuss, no rage, no pain
Just named on a bench on her favourite trail
Which she won't walk again.