Living With Cancer

A dear friend of mine
Who has become old in time
She may be in pain
That cannot be slain
The loss of hair, may be unfair
But once again life's unfair
She pretends to be happy
But when I now she feels crappy
Its been there all her life
Getting worse every night
She tries to talk, but I don't understand
So she sits there grazing on land
Wondering when I'm coming
Sitting there humming
At age twenty-one living with cancer
I will never know when she may not answer
Listening to the phone ring
Hoping its not the real thing
Hanging up the phone
Wanting to moan
Hiding all my pain
Just wanting to run away
Losing my best friend
That I will never see again
It was for the best
For now she can rest
No longer feeling pain
Living just the same
Happy as can be
Standing under a shady tree
My best friend is not human
She's a horse of course