All The Sinners Saints

a good friend goes into
surgery this morning
to have a chunk of his
tongue cut out and
some glands removed
from his jaw because
of cancer from all the
years of smoking and
drinking and that kind
of thing always gets you
to thinking of the time
you yourself have left
during this big stress test
called life where in the
end all the partying won't
mean shit to a tree if no
one is glad to see you go