I hope your week is starting off well. To give it a shake I offer you a poem by Nigel Paul. Nigel is a “writer and artist with a strong interest in the relationships between media, culture, society and politics.”
I was driven to write it as my family have been affected by cancer on a number of occasions and I feel that there is little more tragic than cancer in the young.
This poem will stay with you. Do check out Nigel’s other work.
(She’s) Dancing With The Idiots (Tonight)
by Nigel Paul
She’s just nineteen and she’s got cancer and she’s the only one that knows,
She doesn’t want to tell anyone until she knows that the cancer grows,
And although the secret eats her, like the cancer eats her,
She’s dancing with the idiots tonight.
They say that ignorance is bliss, knowledge is a dangerous thing,
But when you’re forced to count and can only hope,
You see things for what they are,
So the show goes on, the boys flock round, stop and stare, pretend to care,
It means nothing to her now,
She sees things for what they are,
It’s not a game of ’let’s pretend’, it’s clear thinking and self preservation,
It’s the sensible thing to do,
Carry on, put on the show and dance with the idiots tonight,
They say the truth will out, the story will be told,
And she will look into their eyes, searching for the genuine sympathy, the genuine empathy,
And the truth will out,
But until she is ready, until it’s time,
She’s dancing with the idiots tonight,
And we cry, a sadness by proxy, our personal release, our personal relief,
And we will cry,
So let us dance like only an idiot can dance,
Let’s dance as only idiots dance,
Let’s dance like idiots tonight.