Standing against the wall on a side
I wait for the man to pass
As he slowly walks down the corridor,
burdened by his protruding abdomen.
He must have a tumor, I know.
But I had not known it then –
those several times I encountered him;
Bound to wheelchairs, lying on stretchers,
supported by sundry relatives.
I would not touch him then.
Nor sit on the chair beside
that man with unknown maladies,
reeking of decay and disease.
Disgusting, Revolting, Repugnant.
He does not repulse me today,
for I know he’s a father, brother,
a husband, mentor, friend.
A man with dreams and ambitions,
hopes and desires, laughter and love.
He’s just a normal man, like me.
Until the abnormal cells outgrow
and we become those men with tumors.