King Of The Yellow Brick Road

 Man, it's gotten brutal,

this Symphony Of Pain,

and though it might seem futile,

I'd do it all again 

to grow past that old carnal man

into what today is me,

though what, exactly, I now am

is just a great bright mystery,

but the puzzle has an answer 

that I don't need to know,

as arm in arm with my friend cancer

down the road I go

skipping over yellow bricks,

once the reigning King Of Pricks.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PERHAPS.

Perhaps I shall not die today,

or perhaps I will.

Perhaps cancer will have its way,

perhaps I'll be here still 

to endure until the sun

rests behind the hills;

not up to me, but to the One

Who in His Heaven wills

the parsing of our every hour

to form that which is best.

I am not angry, bitter, sour

that I must face this test,

but stand contented in the trust 

that I serve a God who's just.

Sylvia says I stopped being a prick when I learned to share ice cream.