One of Evan's friends in Med school got Hodgkins. At present it appears to be in 
remission and the fellow is OK. But it got Evan down and I wrote this to pick Evan up.


A Sick Friend's Gift
Stanley David Gedzelman
To his beautiful but sad son, Evan
15 March 2004

When young we seldom see
Life gives no guarantee.
So now that your close friend
Is forced to face his end.
You also feel depressed.
Permit me to suggest
That through a time of grief
We all deserve relief.
It's good then to distract
Our minds from each sad fact.
Some hide their heads in work
While others choose to shirk.
Some look for help above
While I would look for love.
We all know there's a cost 
When heart is tempest tossed
As pretty girls reject
The joys we glim suspect
But if we do not try
And risk the chance to cry
We make the greatest sin
We forfeit hope to win.
So brace yourself young man
And do all that you can
To seek out your allure.
For only then I'm sure
Can pain be laced with fun.
And that's when life has won.