Poem By Harley White
Neglecting one's own health,
Is not intentionally done...
When one is focused upon,
Being there for others.
And caring for themselves,
Is not a priority that comes.
People are often quite stunned,
When it is revealed someone like this...
Becomes the one sick and needing attention.
Since those who take a position of the careprovider,
Are most often themselves the ones neglected.
'They said not one thing about feeling ill.
Or needing assistance.'
To whom would they tell?
And who would think of their sickness,
As being 'that' serious?
'The last time I saw them,
They appeared to be in perfect health.'
And when was that?
'It was recently.
Maybe two or three years ago now.
And I am closer to them than a relative.'
Perhaps that explains their reluctance,
To say anything to anyone.
With an eliminating of the gossip,
And concentrating on a healing...
That can be quicker done.
Without rumors of a false diagnosis.