Life Is A Mystery

My brother was a good man
A very very good one
And yet one day he was dealt
With a blow worse than death
To live with a disease
He would fiercely fight with no cease
Seven years he survived
Life to the fullest did he live
Three or more remissions then relapses
But his spirit and will to live never collapsed
He was kind and patient
Never uttered a complaint
Why him he was a good man
Why not someone who is inhuman
To be dealt with this blow
I really do not know
For life is not a problem to be solved or is it
More a mystery to be lived is how it fits.
No explaining needed
Just live, live fully as he did.