Cancer
First came morning
There wasn't a sign
He was happy go lucky
Everything was fine
The day shifted to noon
With it came the coughing too
He felt a little ill
Nothing was bad still
Then came night
His appearance was a fright
Skin changing colors
Wishing to tell his mother
He knew it was here
His resting time was near
Not afraid of death
Just wanting to be put to rest
Morning came with bursting light
His body to be nowhere in sight
We all knew he had to die
But we never really said goodbye
Cancer gets the best of us
At the wrong time
Some choose not to make a fuss
In the end it will all be fine
Death is our final destination
We just get on at different stations
Its ok to shed that tear
But just remember have no fear
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