Next up is treatment—a daily routine,
With lasers and targets and high-powered beams.
They tattooed my belly with little blue dots—
So they don’t fry my prostate while nuking bad spots.
At night I may sparkle, which gives me a thrill—
So selfies in darkness? Oh yes, I sure will.
I’ve written a lot, but there’s more on the way—
A mountain of missions with much to convey.
WriterCon’s coming. It fills me with cheer.
On Labor Day weekend, lots of fun this year.
From August to November, I’ll teach each month,
Three hours of wisdom, with snacks served up front.
I might need to live to be one-fifty-four,
Because I need to glow and write so much more.
Although I’m not Superman, here’s the big part:
I’m shining God’s light from the depths of my heart.
