Prostate Cancer Poems


Get Checked

Mate, you’ll service the car when it starts to knock,

change a tyre in rain, swear at a seized-up lock.

You’ll grit your teeth through a tooth that screams,

but dodge one test like it ruins your dreams.

You’ll say, “I’m fine,” with that stubborn grin,

like willpower alone keeps the danger in.

But cancer’s not impressed by hard-man chat,

it doesn’t back off because you’re “good at that.”

Here’s the deal, plain, no drama, no fuss:

a simple blood test can speak for your guts.

A chat with your GP, a quick PSA,

could save your skin in a very real way.

Because if it’s there and you catch it early,

odds swing hard back in your favour, surely.

And if it’s not, you walk out light,

sleep better, breathe easier, feel alright.

Do it for the missus, the kids, your mates,

for the plans you’ve made and the years that wait.

Be the bloke who acts, not the bloke who guessed,

be the bloke who got it checked.

So don’t “wait and see” while the days slip past.

Pick up the phone. Be smart. Be fast.

Bravery isn’t silence, or acting tough.

Bravery is booking the test. That’s enough.