IT'S NEVER TOO LATE

By Len A.Hynds

To lose one's voice through cancer,
is horrifying to say the least.
The voice no more, that once romancer,
now emotions trapped, by that cancerous beast.

They fitted me a robotic voice,
and I learned to speak again.
A flat monotone, I had no choice
but no emotion could it attain.

So writing was my godsend,
and to University I went,
to learn to rhyme, I did intend,
with long hours in learning spent.

But when my words were spoken,
by another student near,
I saw others look quite broken
as they quietly shed a tear,

My written words had touched them,
more than my voice could ever do
So in this silence, life did condemn,
a pathway to start life anew.