Apocalypse Poems: The Cure
On a perfect day in June
The flowers were at bloom
And old man sat on a park bench
To watch the world meet its doom.
Along came a man
In a white lab coat,
Coughing and hacking
Something caught in his throat.
He approached the old man
With concern in his eyes.
“The old timer said
Ask me a question
And I’ll tell you no lies.”
“Old timer please
I don’t have long to live
Disease has ravaged my body
Is there a cure you can give?”
The old man smiled
And pulled a vial out his pocket
“Whatever disease you have”
“This cure will stop it”
“Whatever my disease,
This vial will cure?
Will this really work old timer?
Are you sure?”
The old timer replied
With sincerity in his eyes,
“I said if you ask me a question,
I will tell you no lies.”
The man in the lab coat
Jumped for joy
Suddenly he was running around
Like a young little boy.
“Old timer you are the best,
You have given me fortune and fame
When I give this cure to the world
Everyone will know my name”
“Young man this cure
Was only meant for you.
If you introduce it to the world
Chaos will ensue”
“Old timer have faith,
You have given a blessing to all,
How can I use this vial on myself
When I know others will fall?”
“Young man you have been warned
This cure is only meant for you.
I tell you again if you give it to the world
Chaos will ensue”
“Yes. Yes. Old timer
I hear you just fine
You have given this vial to me
And now the cure is mine.
The man in the lab coat
Ran as fast as he could.
The old man shook his head
Knowing he was misunderstood.
To be continued……….
